Do you have an imaginary friend? How often do you communicate with this imaginary friend? What is the imaginary friend’s name? What species is the imaginary friend? Do you used to have an imaginary friend but now somehow you don’t have any? If you do have an imaginary friend but now lost it, then how did you lose it?
I have nine imaginary friends and four imaginary enemies (seriously). They have been my friends and enemies since childhood, and we were playmates back in the day. Nowadays, I see my imaginary friends and enemies less frequently than I used to. I don’t think I have seen or communicated with my imaginary friends and enemies in a long time… years, probably.
You have TWO three-eyed monsters as imaginary enemies?
Are they both named ‘three-eyed monster’?
If you have a Unicorn as an imaginary friend, then because the Unicorn is, in fact, an imaginary being then either that is a real friend or I need another drink.
Well, I have THREE three-eyed monsters as imaginary enemies. They are each named “Three-eyed monster”, even though they appear differently from each other. My imaginary best friend was Duck. Duck looked like a duck, waddled like a duck, and ate like a duck. Duck was a duck. I played with my imaginary friends often and pretty much ignored my imaginary enemies, unless they wanted to fight me or my friends.
I didn’t until today but now I have one. I call him RELAJK. He just pops up on my monitor sometimes. Some of the stuff he asks is kind of trippy and childlike but loddly acking some essence of human emotion. That is how I know he is imaginary.
I had an imaginary friend when I was about 5. Her name was Alice, and I used to pretend to call her on the phone. Other than that I don’t think I ever talked to her, or did anything else for that matter.
It’s also common to adults with developmental disabilities.
They estimate that up to 60% of kids have imaginary friends between the ages of 4 & 10. I was among the 40 or so % never to have one. I still don’t know if they’re real to kids who have them or not.
I had an imaginary playmate that went away sometime just before I started kindergarden. We had moved back into the country and into one of the family houses, and a nice old man would sit on the stairs with me and tell me stories, and we would talk. He always got up and left if anybody came around to see who I was talking with. My parents called in a child shrink, this apparently being what one did in the early 60s :dubious:
It turned out that he matched the description of my very dead great grandfather. I had never met him, he died around 40 years before i was born. He was distinctive looking, and I had not had a chance to see a picture of him either, the only pictures the family had were at my grandparents home in Florida and I had not gone there yet. He had built the house we were living in, and it had been his residence at the time he died as well. There had been some odd happenings in the house when my Mom lived there in the 50s before us kids arrived and Dad was duty stationed overseas where he had to be unaccompanied for safety reasons. One very memorable time my mother had been out to dinner with my grandparents, uncle and aunt and they came home to find every light in the house on from attic to cellar, even in areas normally left locked. At the time the maids were not live in, and nobody was there when they all left for dinner, and the house was locked up and nobody went in while she was gone [they asked around the next day.] It was not unknown for there to be the sounds of someone walking around in the attic[it was set up as my great grandfathers office and bathroom/dressing room when he lived there. It has the most lovely huge walk in dressing room with a huge cedar walk in closet.]
Yes.
I check in with it once a day.
It’s name is freakazoid.
It’s a certain troll species.
I can’t seem to find the troll right now. I think it may have gotten lost in my dryer. Or perhaps it went into my wardrobe and fell into another world called Narnia.
Seriously dude, if you’re an adult and have an imaginary friend you should be on some serious medication or be on a first name basis with a psychiatrist.
When I was little I assigned personalities to my favorite stuffed animals, and sometimes imagined that various fictional characters would hang out with me. Not so much now, though.
Honestly, the whole imaginary friend thing creeps me out even in young kids, because it seems evidential of a mental illness. You’re either honestly not distinguishing the difference between something real and imagined OR you can distinguish the difference, but that little fact is inconsequential to your agenda. Both seem alarming to me.
