security blanket给人安全感的东西

In Tucson. It was, like, a hundred degrees all the time. I would perspire so heavily, drip into the electric typewriter. I was nervous I was gonna give myself a shock. And then, at some point, I realized I felt better with them on. I know that it's a security blanket for me whenever I feel nervous... or, like, I gotta keep myself together. Makes me feel kind of creepy, people view it as an affectation... or a trademark or something. It's more of a foible, the recognition of a weakness that I'm kind of afraid my head is gonna explode.

在图森。那儿老是有一百度那么热。 我出汗出得厉害，滴到电动打字机上。 我怕把自己电着。 后来不知什么时候，我发现戴着它感觉更好。 我知道，只要我一紧张，它对我来说就是条安心毯…… 或者，是我得让自己稳住。 别人把它当成一种做作，这让我觉得有点别扭…… 或者什么标志之类的。 它更像个小怪癖，是承认一种弱点：我有点怕自己脑袋会炸开。

I was a towel boy at this chichi health club. You were a towel boy? I was called something other than a towel boy. I was, in effect, a towel boy. Occasionally trusted with checking people in. "Show your ID." Anyway, one day I'm sitting there. Who should walk in to get their towel but this guy, this writer that I knew who won a Whiting writer's award the same year I had. Oh, God. Yeah. So there I am. I'm sitting there. I'd been on a rostrum with this guy... Holy shit. Having Eudora Welty give us an award.

我在一家高档健身俱乐部当递毛巾的。 你当递毛巾的？ 他们叫我的名头不是递毛巾的。 实际上，我就是个递毛巾的。 偶尔也被信任去登记客人。 “出示证件。” 总之，有天我坐在那儿。 结果进来拿毛巾的不是别人，正是 这家伙，我认识的一个作家，跟我同一年拿了怀廷作家奖。 哦，天哪。是啊。 我就在那儿，坐在那儿。 我还跟这家伙一起上过领奖台……我靠。 让尤多拉·韦尔蒂给我们颁奖。