Who Are You Talking To? (Imaginary Friends)

The reason I talk to myself is to have an intelligent conversation at least once in a while.

Hey you want to come along to a land far away?  Want to go on an adventure?  Shall we go to Honahlee?  There is a special friend there that I met through Peter Yarrow and Leonard Lipton.

Puff the magic dragon lives by the sea.  And frolics in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee.

As a child I had a lot of imaginary friends.  It helped when I was bored or felt like I didn’t fit in.  Or when I had just taught my fifth grade class our math lesson and no one really wanted to talk with me.   Or my mind was racing with all kinds of ideas and questions.

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff.  And brought him string and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. 

If you have imaginary friends you have everything you need.

I am the oldest of seven children.  Each moment I could I would go outdoors to my secret place.  Oh the worlds I visited and the conversations I had.  My visits to various places or worlds was easy to imagine too as I moved every 18 months as an Army dependent – all over the United States, Panama, and Germany.  Then you add in the situations, places, and worlds with my imaginary friends I was well traveled.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail.  Jackie kept a lookout on Puff’s gigantic tale. 

It is a sign of ‘higher intelligence” to talk to yourself.  So, a conversation with yourself must be…sorry, what were you saying?  I think we interrupted each other.

To gain friends I learned to throw the best parties with games, food, and non-alcoholic drinks.  I was the hostess and was able to talk with everyone briefly.  Everyone had a good time.  I could watch, engage, and enjoy.

Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came.  Pirate ships would lower their flag when Puff roared out his name. 

As I get older, I realize all my best friends have been imaginary.  Hmmm  is that schizophrenia?

Adulthood and responsibilities crept upon me.  Reading Sci-fi let me escape reality and continue to visit many strange and different worlds.  It was time alone and I could discover other unique characters that were involved in all kinds of adventures.

A dragon lives forever, but not so little girls and boys.  Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys. 

The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn’t exist.

Career, family, and life have happened.  Others come first.  Yet the emotions are worn on the shirt sleeve and off I go to my secret place.   Now a days that can be a walk in the park, crocheting intricate patterns, drawing mandalas, journaling, playing with grandchildren, reading or even watching a movie.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain.  Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.  Without his life long friend, Puff could not be brave.  So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. 

Of course I continue to talk to myself, as sometimes I need a professional opinion.

Not to leave the wonderful world of make believe behind and continue to have sage advisors, I include Merlin, Yoda, or Dumbledorf on my personal advisory board.  They are there along with others like Napoleon Hill, Albert Einstein, Mother Teresa, Eleanor Roosevelt, Marie Curie, Albert Schweitzer, Anne Frank, and many more.  I rotate them of course so the crowd is not to big in my head.

If you have any questions whatsoever feel free to talk to yourself.

Puff the magic dragon lives by the sea and frolics in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.