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[severity_softly]

I've been reading about imaginary friends lately and came across some interesting ideas. Hence, the poll.

For the purposes of this poll, "imaginary friends" can be completely invented, or imaginary versions of real or fictional people you know/know of.

And please feel free to PIMP THIS OUT! :D

[Poll #1370741]

Comments

[shinealightonme]

The sort of "imaginary friends" that I have now aren't the same as the kind I had as a kid. I'm not entirely sure that's the right word for it actually, but I figured it was close enough to count. It's more like, I feel weird talking to myself, so I've given my laptop/ipod/pocketwatch/etc personalities and names, and I talk to them instead. For some reason that seems LESS strange than just talking to myself.

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

LOL! See, I just plain talk to people who aren't there except for in my head. I'm not really sure which one of us is more insane. ;)

[shinealightonme]

LOL well, there's the additional craziness when I can't FIND my pocketwatch or ipod and think for a second that it really does have some sort of autonomy, and it's run away. But I suppose you can't even keep an eye on your imaginary friends...

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

LOL! I know people who name their cars/iPods/laptops/etc, but I think the idea that our things are playing tricks on us when they "run away" is universal. I do that all the time. I don't talk to them, normally, but when they disappear, I call around the house for them as if they'll go, "Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you too!" XD

[shinealightonme]

Maybe they run away because they don't feel appreciated? You could try talking to them more often ^_~

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

LOL! YOU ARE SO SMART! I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I FRIENDED YOU! *griiiins*

[shinealightonme]

And here I thought it was my devilish good looks XD

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, ROWR. That too. ;)

[ubervirgin.livejournal.com]

My mom and I regularly "call" our items when we lose them.

Typical morning:

Mom: "Where is my purse? I know I put it over here."

Me: "Maybe you moved it"

Mom: "Puuuurrrrsssseeeee. Oh, Purse. Come here Purse. Puuurrrrsssseeee"

Me: It doesn't have legs. It can't come to you.

Mom: "Oh, there it is. I told you all you have to do is call it."

And the woman wonders where I get it. ^_^