Imaginary Friends - How unreal are they really?
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I feel at liberty to define imaginary friends in one sentence: Imaginary friends are the mouthpieces of a person’s own thoughts and feelings and are easily created by some intelligent children and adults.
My granddaughter Mia, who will be four years old in July, had created a little brother for herself – a cheeky little boy who encourages her to break with established customs in our family. Without batting an eyelid she starts many of her sentences these days with: “My boetie says….”
(Boetie (boot-tie) is the Afrikaans word for ‘little brother’, pronounced in the same way as ‘ruby’ and 'booty'.)
Yesterday Mia said: “My boetie says if I eat carrots I'm going to change into a rabbit.”
This morning she made herself comfortable in the passenger seat instead of on the back seat where a safety belt is especially fixed for her little body. “My boetie says I must sit next to you,” she told me.
Normally we try to convince her that her little brother doesn’t understand the reasons why she should obey house rules. But this morning my curiosity took over and I questioned her on our way to school.
“Where are your boetie now?”
"At school."
“At your school?” That would be fine: A real friend she likes so much she prefers to consider him to be her brother.
“No-o.”
“Where is his school?”
“Over there.” According to her pointed finger he was a learner of the nearby high school for teenagers.
“What is his name?”
“Issie.”
He must be Jewish, I thought with no clue where she could’ve heard the name before. Perhaps he was a character in a story she had heard at school or perhaps in a movie she had seen. “So when are we going to meet him?” I asked.
“He doesn’t want to meet you.”
“Oh! May I know why?"
“He is shy… and he his afraid of adults.”
“How big is he?”
With her little hands she cutely cupped a boy who could not be bigger than a rat. I had to turn my face away, for laughing out loud would've deprived her of her self-confidence.
Mia is not the only one in the family who can see non-existing beings. Her elder sister, Dané, had seen the tooth-mouse the other day with her own eyes. “He looked just like an ordinary mouse,” she told us, “but he wears clothes - a blue jacket and black boots. He had given me a kiss on my cheek before he ran away with my tooth.” Without doubt she believed herself.
Children are often not able to distinguish between real and imaginary people, or whatever beings they create. They accept and love both in the same way and even dislikes some of them. Mia loves Father Christmas and clowns living in her imagination, but she can’t handle them when she sees them in real live.
Quotes -
Lee Ryan: "I still have imaginary friends who I talk to in my head."
Frederico Fellini: "Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real."
Claire Forlani: "The imaginary world has always been the most fun place for me to be."
Neil Gaiman: "This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof."
Mary Wesley: "Writing Part of the Scenery has been a very different experience. I have been reminded of people and events, real and imaginary which have been part of my life. This book is a celebration of the land which means so much to me."
What are the pros and cons of having an imaginary friend?
Most psychologists agree that interaction with an imaginary friend encourages social-cognitive development, vocabulary, language skills and oral presentation. The imaginary friend is a buffer, protecting the child from harsh and overwhelming realities. The ‘friend’ encourages the child to rationalize and minimize matters until they are able to fit it in their frame of mind.
If not guided by responsible parents and teachers, children may learn how to manipulate others by using the imaginary friend as a pauper, or a cute little angel who deserves to be spoiled, or even a mischievous little brat looking for trouble wherever he goes. The brain may project the images in the mind in such a way that the child clearly sees them while nobody else can. These projected images may become scary creatures to live with, causing anxiety disorders and eventually serious mental disorders.
One of many possible disorders is called paracosm, a detailed imaginary world. Creating such a world does indicate a high level of intelligence and creativity, but it alienates the child from reality. Personally I believe many writers of fiction suffer this disorder.
Another disorder is erotomania, a type of delusion in which the affected person believes that another person is in love with him or her. This delusion is one of many that often occur in patients with bipolar mania and schizophrenia, though in most cases it is merely a fleeting fantasy of a person with a vivid imagination.
For a child a universe in the imagination can be almost indistinguishable from the real world. As they grow older, real truths and untruths cause wide-awakenings. To postpone acceptance of reality, sensitive souls intuitively become bookworms, movie-addicts and/or piously religious or superstitious. They easily fall prey to alcohol and drugs or any substance that may keep them in a state of euphoria.
Reality is not easy to cope with -
Since I can remember I have tried many ways to escape from reality.
I had a few imaginary friends in my childhood. I could not see them with my eyes, but clearly with the eye of my mind. They were always with me, although I tended to forget about them while I played with real friends.
At the age of twelve I replaced them all with a diary. For many years my diary was my best friend and confidant. Constant in my mind was also God and Dear Jesus and the Holy Spirit. Achieving my goals in life was possible because I honestly believed they were the sources of my courage, strength and perseverance. I still believe that, although my perception of them had changed. God is no longer a human-like being with hands, ears and eyes, the Holy Spirit is no longer tongues of fire and Jesus is not a young bearded Jew in sandles sitting on a throne at the right side of God, interceding for all his followers.
Eventually I’d learned how to write stories. It is surely paracosm: Creating characters to play the roles of friends and foes, creating interesting backgrounds for specific topics, then plotting reality in such a way that I as well as others can feel happy and comfortable with it. Most of the time we are happier while we write or read stories than we are while we are handling real live and all its issues.
Making friends in Cyberspace, interacting with them as if they are in flesh with me, believing they really like me and care about me, must be a form of erotomania.
But who cares? I am still considered 'normal' and I have not yet heard of a person who has been admitted to a mental institution because he interacted with people in an imaginary world called Cyberspace.
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Imaginary Companions and the Children Who Create Them by Marjorie Taylor -
In her book “Imaginary Companions and the Children Who Create Them”, psychology professor Marjorie Taylor of the University of Oregon debunked the idea that the presence of an imaginary friend indicates the absence of real friends and beloveds in a child's life. Her own daughter invented an imaginary friend at the age of three, one Michale Rose who had a barn filled with giraffes. After Taylor and her colleagues had studied hundred children, she rejected all the old assumptions of researchers who maintained that kids invent imaginary friends for dark reasons. “Having them is often just plain fun,” is her conclusion. She also learned that extroverts tend to create imaginary friends and not introverts as psychologists of the past preferred to believe.
Marjorie Taylor also says that it is normal for older kids (post-preschool) to continue to consort with imaginary friends. She even cites several famous adults who openly admitted having imaginary friends. Paul Taylor, a cultural icon in the world of dance, attributed some of his work to his imaginary friend, George H. Tacet, Ph.D.
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So I’ve decided to dedicate this hub to all my imaginary friends who do not only exist in my mind and imagination, but also in real life somewhere on this planet.
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Your granddaughter is a cutie with an awesome imagination! I think we create alternate friends and selves without realizing it. But for the most part don't take it too far. Awesome!
I cannot help but think of the movie Harvey. I love that film. I think imaginary friends are great and endorse them for children. My daughter had a friend named Debbie and saved half the chairs for her, half of the food and even half the bed. Once when she was in trouble, I threatened to spank Debbie and she had a crying fit, begging for me to spank her and leave Debbie alone. It was cute. Debbie's visit gradually became more rare and she eventually faded away. I kind of missed her.
Hi, I think having imaginary friends when you are small is a lovely thing to have, as you said it can make the child say or do things that they want to do but don't have the confidence to do, I don't remember having one in fact I am sure I didn't, but I do wish I had! cheers nell
I think this is a really interesting Hub and, although, I created an entire world for myself to play in and could spend hours alone - I was still able to play with others. I think imaginary friends, and, by extension, worlds, is a wonderful thing to have but should be monitored if the child begins to withdraw or is unable to communicate outside of this 'interaction'. Your granddaughter is adorable, by the way.
My Stories – Nice to know you liked it. I remember in particular one of mine - a twin sister. I spent a lot of time on choosing names for us, hair styles and clothes. It was necessary to do this in order for us to do something, like going to a party, or being secret agents, nurses or teachers. I remember her name when we were secret agents was Tanya and mine was Olga. Or was it Letitia and Lucretia? Oh, the choosing of names sometimes took so long we never got to where we wanted to be. We had a lot of fun together. Enjoy your hubbing, Stories!
A.A. Zavala – We sometimes don’t even bother to put them into human bodies – we merely ‘play’ Myself and I. Yes, Mia is for sure an adorable cutie, though all my grandchildren are cuties in their own special way. Observing (and enjoying) them is truly one of my favorite hobbies.
It is so wonderful to be a child, just living from moment to moment, accepting everything as ‘normal’ and unimportant when not apprehensible. I believe childhood ends the moment the urge to understand kicks in, or when we are forced to understand something we cannot grasp. Thanks for your visit and comment, A.A. :)
I didn't have an imaginary friend when I was little, and so far, nor have any of my own children (aged 2,6,9). If any of my kids did develop an imaginary friend I would certainly have fun with them.
Hyphenbird – So nice to see you in my corner :) I love the name Debbie – it was often the name of my imaginary twin. Poor twin – she always had to accept the names I wanted to call her and the food I wanted her to eat and only a quarter of the bed. I feel embarrass today because I was so bossy – I was actually down right manipulative. If she was real, she would’ve been a mental case today. Lol for that parental tactic of yours – threatening to give the dearest friend of your daughter a hiding. Lol! Maybe I should try that one with Mia :))), though my gut feeling says she will think I am crazy for thinking her little brother is real enough to be spanked. I can already see her thinking this - she has beautiful dark brown eyes that reveal all her thoughts and feelings. Thanks for your awesome comment, Hyphenbird!
Hi Nell Rose, I remember a time I had used real people as imaginary friends. When I was ten I used to go for a long ride on my bicycle every afternoon. (Those days it was still safe for children to do that.) In my imagination I was riding next to a boy, sometimes it was Alex, other times it was Rudolph. They were both in my class and of course they had no idea I was madly in love with them. In my imagination I was the head-girl and he was the head-boy and we were leading all the children in the school (on their bikes) out of some kind of a danger zone. Now that was hours of fun! Thanks for coming over for the read, Nell!
janikon – Oh, me too. I had only imaginary friends when I was not with real friends, and I always preferred to be with real friends. We were, however, not allowed to be with friends all the time, except during school holidays. But I must admit I had more fun with my imaginary friends, because they were always in agreement with me and it was never necessary for me to do something their way. With my imaginary friends it was my way or the high way :)))) Yes, children should always be monitored, whether they have imaginary friends or not. Bad thoughts and feelings can breed in the mind of any child, and not all of them have the ability to create a friend to talk or play with. Thanks for your visit. I’m looking forward to hop over to your corner for a read or two. Oh, and thanks for agreeing with me about Mia. She is a lovely little girl, able to play for hours with her dolls and plastic animals AND imaginary friends.
Hi Phil Plasma – I think children with imaginary friends are dominant right-brain thinkers. ‘Dreamers’. Dominant left-brain thinkers are, as children, physically extremely active - too busy to play, run, whatever and afterwards just too tired to give any notice to their thoughts and feelings. It is my honest opinion that they are more able to cope with unfortunate realities than those who tend to create ideal realities in their imagination. Thanks for reading and commenting. Enjoy your kiddies! According to their ages I guess your days are full of surprises.
I can't ever remember having an imaginary friend. It seems like it would be nice. My Sister's daughter had an imaginary Kitty, you had to be very careful where you sat down, she would yell, " My Kitty is asleep there " I thought it rather strange at the time, now i'm thinking it was perfectly normal childhood imagination. I enjoyed reading your article, very educational. I guess in a way, as writers, we build imaginary friends to write about. I'm thinking about Slick on our adventure LOL Thank's Martie.
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always exploring – How can I ever forget Slick? Lol! One cannot help but laugh at those kids with their imaginary pets. A few months ago my eldest granddaughter Dané had a giraffe. Wherever we wanted to sit or stand was a part of his body. Fortunately he had decided to go back to his family after he watched a documentary about giraffes with her.
I’m glad you enjoyed this hub, Ruby. After all we don’t write only to please ourselves; we are driven by an urge to share our thoughts and ideas with others. Like chefs with food, we are with words. I’m going to hop over to see what’s on your menu.
Martie - this is such a sparkly, well-done hub. I love it. Its premises are quite intriguing and seem valid to me.
I spent much time playing alone as a kid, with only grownups around with whom to relate. I don't remember having imaginary friends, exactly. It was more like having duplicates of myself with whom to relate. "We" would be running a dude ranch, "cooking" mud pies on the little toy real wood-burning cook stove Mother would let me build a little fire in - far out on the rocks away from the house and other ranch buildings. Or I might be the schoolteacher with a classroom of invisible students to whom I'd give assignments and from whom I'd collect homework. I really didn't feel alone and could play like that and in other scenarios partly imaginary and partly grounded in the background of that ranch - for hours on end. I didn't tell anyone about any of it - I just did it. In town, the local parks were like magic "movie sets" for pretending to be a damsel in distress or a brave "'Wonder-Woman" worker of good.
I had a cat who was like a real person, too. She'd let me dress her in doll clothes, tuck her into my doll's little bed and purred happily all the while. I suppose pets are like "imaginary friends" for children. We could trust them, play with them and have fun with them, nurture them. We could act out our growing sense of self with them without fear of contradiction or of being ignored & discounted. Very valuable for a person questing to become a person.
In town, my friend Dorothy and I would write long episodic stories for our dolls to act out, oblivious to all else. At the end of a day when one of us had to go home, we'd leave the story suspended in midair, with the dolls in suspended animation, - and then take it back up next meeting right where we'd left it when we'd last parted. Those stories sometimes lasted for weeks at a time and always seemed to make sense. haha Very human.
I maintain we only perceive reality subjectively - with only our subjective perceptors with which to connect anyway. So that our "imaginary friends" are an extension of the subjectve perceptions we project onto "real" people in our lives, anyway.
It's a thought. . . .
I think many children have make believe friends when they are small. I remember that but we do outgrow them unless there are further problems which you explained very well. This is a very informative, yet really cute hub with your daughter.
This was fantastic! :D
I still have an imaginary friend in my head :P
She helps me make good decisions xD
But, I think it's good for kids to have imaginary friends :)
After reading this charming exposition concerning imaginary friends, I took my brand new imaginary friend, Phil O'Dendron, to an expensive restaurant for a 5-course delicious meal. Phil said the dinner was on him. When we concluded our sumptuous repast, the waiter didn't believe my explanation and since I had no funds with me, I am writing from the local jail. Not to worry though, I have obtained the services of the renowned attorney who represented Casey Anthony so I know I will be found not guilty.
Thanks for this clever hub. BTW, is the photo of Mia or you? Examine the graphic and look at your avatar. Is that the same person or what?
This is a wonderful hub with some very interesting ideas, Martie. I can't remember ever having an imaginary friend as a child, but I did most definitely live in the stories that I wrote. They never interfered with my real life, but provided a wonderfully enjoyable and absorbing world to explore.
Nellieanna – Your comment delighted me and evoked a lot of memories. I believe imaginary friends are indeed duplicates of selves. Some children merely ‘see’ them as separate figures instead of in their selves. When I was nine I was hooked on playing house-house. My ‘husband’ was a real person in my mind, and I would stand on my toes to kiss him goodbye when he left for work and hallo when he returned. Eventually I painted him against the wall of the servant’s quarters in order to kiss him properly. I can still remember the taste of the white paint (lime) on the wall. Thanks so much for sharing your lovely memories – I could clearly see little Nellieanna playing with her dolls. You are so adorable!
I never did have an imaginery friend, although I had a very vivid and wild imagination. I still do! So, since I do like to write fiction, I have to wonder now, where that leaves me? I prefered my books as a child and now... my movies to going out...but I think that was and is for lack of funds and low self-esteem. I can see my characters in my mind I choose to write about. Sometimes though, it seems they even turn the story around on me, as if they are telling it. Does this mean I am a dysfuntional writer? lol! I guess for one to prefer the imaginery world, it may be because it often does prove to be a safer and kinder world that than in which we know as the real world, huh? ;)
Pamela99 – I think the I-want-what-you-have impulse in humans may also encourage children to create imaginary friends. Mia has friends at school who have little brothers. Maybe envy made her create her own. I love watching the children while they play. Reading their minds is easy and so amusing - I wish I could read their exact thoughts as well. Thanks for coming over for the read, Pamela. I always appreciate your comments.
Hi, Oh I forgot about Those Imaginary friends! lol
KimKatastrophe – So nice to meet you! Unfortunately real people eventually scared away all my imaginary friends. Only real people (including hubbers) are now in (and on) my mind, and not all of them are kind and sweet. There was a time I had worked with a man who disturbed me tremendously. He was a dictator and bully and it took a lot of courage and energy to stand to my guns and to control my temper. Many days I was not able to forget about him after work. He would be in/on my mind for hours, irritating the daylight out of me. Sometimes, alone in my house, I caught myself telling him his fortune ALOUD. Even now, while I see him again in my mind, that feeling of disgust – what I will also feel after I’d fallen in a sewer – grows in me. So back to you – thanks for coming to my corner, Kim. I'm curious about your friend :)) I’m looking forward to read your hubs.
drbj – Lol! I could clearly see you having a meal with Phil O’Dendron. But after the second course I had to cut off some of his arms and hands, for he was growing faster than Jack’s beanstalk under those artificial sun-lights for plants in the restaurant :))))
That is a sketch of Mia. She looks a lot like me, but definitely prettier thanks to her pretty mother and the input of her attractive father.
Thanks for coming over and giving me a reason to laugh out loud, drbj. Re Casey - did you see this? http://hubpages.com/hub/caseyanthony
AliciaC – Creating imaginary friends (and baddies too) and making them do and say things you want them to do, is in my opinion exactly what all writers of fiction do. When those friends/characters start to talk or act on their own – taking over the reins – it is time to consult a psychologist. Thanks for the visit AliciaC :)))
*** shygirl2 – Those strong characters who reckon they are better plotters with higher aspirations than their creator, can easily make a writer famous and rich. Give them rope, let them do/say whatever they want. Be the editor of their story. I love my strong characters and it is so hard for me to depart from them on the last page. Only the knowledge that they live happily forever after, give me the needed strength to move on :))) I can see you are publishing one story after the other, and I do wish I had the time to read them all. Those I’ve read were fantastic. I wish you lots of success with your writings, shygirl.
*** Nell Rose – Now there! Enjoy the memories :))) Why not hub them? Be generous, share them all with us :)))
Thanks MartieCoetser...appreciate your kind regards to my stories. Yes, it is hard to depart from my characters at times, as you shared when on the last page of your stories too. They sometimes want to go on forever...if that were allowed! : ) I like the idea of being my character's editor.
Thanks :D I'm happy to read your hubs, they're very interesting! I hope mine can be as interesting :3
I've never had one as a child either, but they can help a child grow emotionally, I agree with what you say on this. Very nice hub about a great topic.
BobbiRant – I am actually a chatterbox... or let me rather say I was one, because I had learnt how to keep my thoughts for myself when I got married. My ex wanted/needed to think, or listen to music or watch TV, and he could not do all that when I was chatting like a rattle.
But look who’s talking, considering my activities in HubPages (lol). I guess what I meant to say was I’d learnt the hard way how to keep my mouth shut in the company of people who are not on the same wave-length as I.
Seriously, when I was a child I needed someone to chat to in order not to feel crazy when talking aloud to myself :))) My mother was extremely quiet, an ultra-introvert, and so was my sister (who was 2 years younger than I). We lived on farms until I was 10. I really needed someone to talk to – or perhaps I needed to hear my own voice. Must say I did not always talk aloud to my ‘twin’, we could read each other’s minds :)))
Thanks for the visit, Bobbi. Tot weersiens!
Having met Mia, (Yes a real cutie) Mia definitely has a mind of her own! Anice read Martie. x
OH, my - that's so funny - the taste of the lime/water whitewash paint you kissed! It's so 'ilke' an imaginative passionate little girl! Precious memory!
*** Dave – Thanks for affirming Mia’s cuteness. I bet you will not easily forget her :)))
*** Nellieanna – Lol! Knowing I had been kissed for the first time by an imaginary man, is a bit embarrassing. But oh well, that happened to be the truth :)))) I wonder if anybody saw me kissing that wall? Oh, I’m blushing!
Martie,
I love this article, rating it UP and everything but funny. I have found imaginary friends to be a valuable therapeutic tool when assessing kids for trauma of all kinds. It is really non-threatening to talk "about someone else" at first to build trust. I guess if we think about adult role playing there can be some similarities. Great job and thank you, mar.
marcoujor – You are so right. If a child has his own, one can use him quite effectively. But I’ve created a view for my grandchildren (and ages ago also for my children) - inter alia the tooth mouse, but a special one who feeds little children with sweets only after they’ve finished their meals, and a little angel who tells me when they need sleep, or food, or hugs and kisses, and, ya, also a little monster named Malcoett, who is always ready to help a naughty child back on track again. I don’t think I could cope with kids without these imaginary assistants.
Thanks for the visit, mar. Take care!
Many of my peers at school had imaginary friends, they helped them through the trials and tribulations of adolescent life. Brilliant hub Martie, up and awesome too.
acaetnna – While I was a teenager my diary was my best friend. Actually it was the recycle bin of my daily experiences and awareness of reality. There were so many things I could not understand. Everything, except the academic stuff we were taught in school, was an enigma – especially my emotions and ideas. Why this, why that, why could that not be this and this not be that, I was always-always thinking. I was most of the time busy with my own thoughts. Couldn’t sleep before discussing it all with my diary. Lol! Thanks for the visit acaetnna :)))
Hi :)
Very interesting!
My Mum thinks that I had imaginary friends, when I was a child, but I didn't ~ I just had an imaginary play world. It was a game of 'let's pretend'. I knew that these imaginary members of the game were made up.
I did know some children, though (adults now, but younger than me) who saw people, and interacted with them, when they were little.
From the way these 'imaginary friends' were described, they actually sounded like the ghosts of dead children. One even told her 'friend' that she had drowned.
This could be an explanation. Other children I knew used to see their grandparents, who had died before they were born, but whom they described perfectly.
I have mentioned, before, that I am agnostic, because I have no explanations for such inexplicable happenings. Such things appear to be impossible, yet they happen.
Trish_M – My imaginary friends, and in particular my twin, were also created by me to pretend, inter alia, that ‘we’ were on our way to an interesting venue instead of to the shop to buy bread.
The imaginary friend of one of my friends was a real ghost, named Lydia, killed by her father when she was a baby. (He had accidentally reversed his car over her where she was playing in the driveway.) Ironically this Lydia grew older in the Underworld and could appear any moment of the day or night to have a talk with my friend. Worse of all, she did not like me, so I was terribly afraid of her and quite nervous in anticipation of a smack she could give me that will forever leave a black mark on my cheek. Unfortunately, actually fortunately for me, my friend, who had a heart-defect, had to undergo an operation that kept her for months and eventually forever out of my comfort zone. She was in fact regarded as a physic by her own mother who expected from her to communicate with dead people. There was some secret in the family they had tried to unravel. I never told my parents about this, because my gut feeling told me they would end my precious friendship without any delay.
I could see my friend only on Friday afternoons and the opportunity to play on her piano and to learn the new songs she had learnt during the week was too much of a bargain for me. We had an organ and I coveted a piano with all my heart.
Thanks for the visit, Trish, and for leaving such an interesting comment.
Hi :)
That is strange, isn't it?
It is an very interesting subject!
Very well written. I loved the story about your granddaughter. It was adorable. I had an imaginary friend when I was little. By the time I started school my friend had left me. A child with an imaginary friend needs to be treated with respect but also a firm harnd. Rated up and awesome.
*** Trish_M – I think we can really call this topic a study on its own. In fact it has been done by many. The most recent: Marjorie Taylor, the author of “Imaginary Companions and the Children Who Create Them.”
*** KoffeeKlatch Gals – Now, two weeks later, it seems to me Mia had forgotten all about her little boetie – she’s now pre-occupied with the doll she got for her birthday. It can crawl. And fall. All the way ‘talking’ and then crying after the fall. Oh my, these grandchildren of mine just fascinate me. Lol!
Good to know you had an imaginary friend, Koffee. Yes, kids may not be allowed to get ‘lost’ in their imagination, and in particularly they may not use their ‘friends’ to manipulate others.
Martiecoester...this is an amazing hub! So much to absorb and think about..I am particularly interested in the concept "paracosm," which i had not heard of previously...writers of fiction might be thought of as having this "condition." Very interesting as I have often wondered what "lurks" in the minds of writers who come up w/some pretty wild stuff! I've even thought that some seem psychotic or sociopathic in the story lines and characters created....then, LOL, I found myself creating some rather weird scenes in my own writings and thought..oh no!
Your considerations of online/virtual friendships is also quite interesting and, again, brings up personal thoughts and ideas and musings about my own feelings on this....
Why, oh why, have I Not taken the time to visit your incredibly intelligent writing, martie? Geesgh...this is truly intriguing and I shall definitely make time to visit again and soon. I love the way you write, the depth and bredth of content and your ability to illlustrate your points...along w/ a personal ("But who cares? I am still considered 'normal' and I have not yet heard of a person who has been admitted to a mental institution because he interacted with people in an imaginary world called Cyberspace.") conclusion....great writing!!!!
kathy
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Lucky Cats - what a lovely, inspiring comment you've left me, and that for me to read on this very moment. I really needed to hear a positive opinion about what and how I write.
Just a few minutes ago I've noticed that the owner/administrator of another site deleted a comment I've made. Why? Because he, in his autocratic frame of mind, has regarded it as irrelevant and not in accordance with his subjective idea of normal human behaviour, as if we don't each have a unique personality to be accepted or rejected by others and not only by a single person who reckons he is god of a site just because he was/is the creator of it. Hypocrites and martinets just give me the jitters!
So my dearest co-hubber, this comment of yours came like honey after I've chewed and swallowed a bitter pill.
I'm so glad you enjoyed this hub. Yes, I tend to write about personal experiences, but I really prefer to share myself and my experiences instead of writing about stuff I've only read and heard of.
Take care, Lucky Cats, and expect me in your corner soon.
Wow Such an interesting article! I don't remember having an imaginary friend as a child. Although we did have a child in our family who had a baby friend. we could hear the baby friend crying in the house even though we knew there was no baby that lived there! We always thought there was something there that only the little once could see.
Imagination is as you said in the article, it is always good to have as long as it doesn't get out of control.
twilightnera - Did you really hear the imaginary baby-friend cry, or was it the play-play cries of the child? I hope it is not the first, for what are we going to say about that?
I have a cousin who, at the age of 1-2, used to talk to a man standing behind a closet in her room. She would point a finger at him and called him 'the uncle'. Her parents were flabbergasted. When they moved the closet, the man apparently never appeared again.
Thanks for coming over for the read, twilight. Take care!
You bring up some really interesting points here, especially I think, the connections you make to possible future behavioral issues that may arise. I wonder how the "generated" friends children are having now from video games will be similar and/or different from the imaginary friends of pure imagination. I fear we may not like what we find in relation to that. This was a really interesting and thought provoking hub. Thank you!
poetvix – Thank you for your lovely thought-provoking comment. It inspires me to write more hubs about this topic. Take care!
I need a good imaginary friend. Haha. Great hub Martie.
felicitylovesparis - Well, I have Myself and the two of us are quite a team. Of course I am stronger than Myself and have no choice but to keep her in line. I am all brains, while Myself is only heart and soul. Poor girl, but fortunately she trust me :))) Thanks for leaving a comment.
..first of all dear Miss M - let's get the swooning out of the way (although it will be difficult to stop there)
I simply adore your new profile photo and your hair is a happpening and I'm sure glad it happened for my eyes because it makes you look 20 years younger at the age of 20.
Now to the intelluctual discussion to make this comment look good and give it some integrity - always love the depth in your writing and how you provoke your readers to think and debate; you have the pedigree of a world class journalist and my imaginary friend I would say is my imagination itself and I try to retain the childlike qualities which hopefully makes some of my writing read and sound uninhibited - that is a fine line and some of us can pull it off like the legendary Dr. Seuss (The cat in the hat) where it appeals to children but yet adults can relate to it also because of his amazing ability to tell a story in allegory form.
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thank you Martie for being there for me - you are a true friend and a most respected colleague of mine.
epigramman, my dearest friend, I am so glad you like my just-staying-home-going-nowhere hair style. The specific picture was shot on the wedding day of Prince William. We were glued to the TV.
I do believe we loners live very real in each other’s imagination. When I turn my head I can almost swear I will see you sitting with your laptop, typing. I can even see you feeding your cats. And so on. To know that the people in our imagination really exist, although physically somewhere else on the planet but in spirit with us, is so amazing.
Well, that is how I experience you and all my special hubber-friends. You are here with me, and in my next thought I am there with you.
Yes, Epi, I am here for you; I am certainly a true friend of yours. We can communicate and work together in Hubland, we can enjoy music, writings, our thoughts and everyday ups and downs in Facebook, we are only the click of a mouse away from each other when we need some moral support. And in our imagination we can move mountains together.
Only some people have the privilege to experience their friends in Cyberspace as real as we do. So I thank you, too, Colin, for being such a kind and wonderful friend and respected colleague of mine. You are a kind and gentle soul, so humble in spite of your magnificent talent; you ought to be a king doing nothing else but bathing in his good fortune.
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Martie....as always, you steal my heart with your sweet, comforting stories. I have a 4-yr.old "Maya"...who has several imaginary friends. She's very proud of them and has not a single doubt that we all "see" them clearly.
Thinking WAY back, I do recall playing the same game with my imagination as a child. In much later years, my mother would comment as to my hours & hours of solitary play-time, as I hosted parties with "all my friends."
It is a child's fantasy world and how perfect it is. Today, the little child inside me, continues to share with "those friends." Often, they comfort me as no live friend is able......Up & awesome..x's 10
fpherj48, you and I know exactly what imaginary friends are all about - that I can read clearly in your comment. And still I have them - all my hubber-friends. I truly imagine them with me as if I can/will see them any moment in real life. Thanks for the visit and the inspiring comment. I will soon be in your corner for a read I know I will enjoy. I wish I had more time for reading hubs; I have too many things to do, and all of them are pure fun, such as reading the hubs of my friends. Take care!
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I thought your story was really cute. Children often have imaginary friends. I can't remember if I had one..lol