There has never been a time when not one but two imaginary friends have been just behind the scenes of daily life. One of the friends is a male and the other is a female. The male seems to age at the same pace as its creator but the female seems to be more than a little younger at all times. Go figure. The male imaginary friend is most likely an attempt to do large manly things in large manly ways. Fishing for the fish and tromping through the woods in search of “suppa”….working on the garage in the garage and tossing around the pigskin between games. This is most often a failed attempt and the imaginary  friend rejects these activities and ends up pushing for sessions of Dungeons and Dragons and endless bouts of video games played in some cool dark basement. Male friends have always been few and far between and never a real interest. The imaginary friend was an attempt from an early age to somehow fit in when in fact fitting in was the last thing that was desired. This imaginary friend still exists and makes an appearance as needed and at no scheduled time or place.

The female imaginary friend has also been in existence from very early on. She is much more adventurous than the male and actually wants to do things that are not part of a stereotype. She is of course super cute and beautiful at the same time but she has no idea what she looks like. Above else she is smart beyond words and is more interested in putting her nose in a book than putting on makeup. The girl next door who is on track for a Nobel Prize. Funny, inspiring, athletic, personable, goofy, geeky, and many other things.An attraction is there of course but it simmers just beneath the surface. Time is wasting and that can wait as Comic-Con in San Diego is beckoning. She is the prime imaginary friend. This is not a shock as her creator has always had females and friends since the early days of Kindergarten and it makes sense that the dynamic would not change within the imagination.

Having conversation while completely alone is the dirty little secret that is pressed down on a daily basis. Only on a few occasions have these conversations been noticed mid sentence. A simple excuse often clears the slate and makes the eyes of judgment go away. When alone these conversations with nobody can go on and on. Asking, answering, and wandering through a conversation as if somebody was sitting across the table. Solo bike rides are a common place for fully developed conversations with the self and are a way of free therapy. Just in the last two weeks things slipped a bit and a conversation was taking place between Doctor Who action figures that sit on top of a dresser. Thankfully this was caught and self adjusted and immediately reeled back into the world of quiet imagination.