Off my shoulders.........

Hands up if you loved circle time at school?
During the latter part of my primary school days, this weekly ritual was my personal highlight, and the perfect way to round off a Friday.
If you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, just think of an AA meeting, but instead of confessions of alcoholism, you find out what everybody's favourite colour is, and why. Ultimately more insightful, I know.
Anyway, one particular circle time session, we all had to describe a loved item that we had lost somehow, and how it made us feel. While others mentioned favourite toys, or in some cases relatives, and how that had made them feel sad, my mate claimed that he had lost his scarf, and that this made him feel cold. Believe me, this was hilarious at the time, and you've got to admit that that’s not a bad answer for a 10 year old.
Twelve years later, upon finding that my favourite jacket had been lost/ stolen from a cherished night spot; I finally realize exactly what he meant.
Ok, so before I go on about this, it wasn't, and should have been, in the cloak room. I know, I was kind of asking for it, but I've always left the jacket on that side table, and its always been there waiting for me at the end of the night, like a haggard yet forgiving old friend, who occasionally drapes themselves over you for funsies.
As I walked home full of woe on that ill fated Saturday night, and while I constructed a bitter sweet slow motion memory montage of all the happy times I'd spent with said jacket (If anyone’s interested, and I know I would be, 'Eternity' by Robbie Williams was the track I chose to be the soundtrack to the montage, for some reason), I felt angry and slightly murderous towards the arse sucking scum that lurk in the town centre, and who were now slightly warmer than me.
But suddenly, any evil feelings I held towards the wheezing, moss eating arse goats completely vanished as I began to have a revelation. My epiphany was as follows; maybe my beloved jacket was actually the one thing holding me back from being what I want to be. Maybe now that the material item that had stayed in my possession for 5 years had passed on, I could begin to re-build and construct a new life where such objects fail to own me.
I know that at this point you're thinking that I'm either rambling on pathetically about another pointless and moronic event in my constantly dull life, or that I should really stop drinking soo much. Even though you're probably right on both counts, I still stand by my awakening, and with this I plan to continue in moulding a new life plan where personal item attachments, along with everyday worries and angst are lifted off my shoulders and into the nearest incinerator (Not literally of course, but just go with it).
Don't get me wrong; the bastards that took my jacket will be suitably set on fire for their efforts, and I'll be smiling for the world to see atop my cloud of happiness, whilst they burn and my jacket slips off their crackling shoulders and into my peaceful embrace. Because you see; I lost my jacket, and it made me feel cold!
Who's next?............................