RANT/VENT INCOMING, ALL GOOD THINGS THO
There's something that hits so different about imagining your comfort character. Like, real people leave you and hurt you and are all around terrible, but there there's you, my little comfort character, built up in my mind for me to rely on whenever I'm upset.
Like, why does pretending that you're with your comfort character help so much? So much pain, so much sorrow, yet here's my light in this dark tunnel, a 6'10 man who wouldn't bat an eye for me realistically.
That's another thing, these characters wouldn't do anything for us realistically, they probably wouldn't even know we exist. Yet here we are, reading and writing stories about these people, pretending that everything is okay and that they're with us in spirit.
I love comfort characters, but the idea of them strikes me as odd sometimes. Other times, I just need to escape to a far away land with my magic remedy.
Anyway, sorry for the rant. Have a good day!