I like to call it "bubble-therapy".

It started after my best friend died 9 months ago. She called herself a bubbletarian and would blow bubbles constantly. I liked bubbles a bit but was never into them to the same extent.

Then when she passed away, I was given bubbles at her memorial, everyone was, and we were all blowing bubbles while listening to people speak about her life, and listening to some of her favorite music and poetry. That began my obsession with bubbles. Because even in that time of extreme grief and pain I was momentarily, a bit cheered up when blowing bubbles. I also felt a bit closer to my best friend. Not in some religious/spiritual way but it just reminded me of her to blow bubbles.

Here is me creepily, silently blowing bubbles into my camera.

They are scented like marshmallows and look like a peep bunny. :O

My collection of bubbles is pretty decent at this point.

A close-up of some of the bubbles.

I do, indeed, wear the bubble necklace out. And I love it. I love having bubbles at hand, all the time.

Bubbles not only make me happy but make people around me happier too.

Both the people I am with and strangers, especially kids.

I actually bought party favor bubbles to start handing out to people who like the bubbles.

It may sound silly but bubbles really do make me happier and improve my mental health. They let me take a step back from all the stresses and nagging of my brain and enjoy the child-like wonder most people lose with age.

Bubbles were kind of a gate-way to other toys. I now collect Betty Spaghetty and want to start collecting some other vintage toys from my childhood.

I am basically a 28 year old kid.