Did I have an imaginary friend? When I was a very small boy
there was a boy that visited me sometimes although I’m not sure if he was
imaginary or something else. He didn’t speak, he left that to me. In fact he
hardly ever showed himself and when he did, as is always the way with me, he
flashed into my line of vision and then flashed out again. Thinking about it,
most of my real friends over the years haven’t been so very different; flashing
in and out of my line of vision, not saying much, drifting away eventually.
Of course there are a few that remain constant one way or
another, but friendship is a strange affair. It requires common ground, physical,
experiential or attitudinal, preferably all of these or at least two out of the
three. Rarely do you make a friend without common ground. Do you ever, is it
even possible? I can’t answer that question; I’m too judgmental, quick to
take a dislike, too fast to measure and weigh. Besides, I’m wary of the
friendship thing. I tend to take these things too seriously and when they go or
end, they take a small part of me away with them.
So, did I have an imaginary friend? You know I really can’t
remember. I wonder if he remembers me?
Tricia Kitt on FB
ReplyDeleteYou evidently have a truly horrible imagination
Tricia Kitt
DeleteSorry, comment is solely on the pic, although your imagination has always been truly something specific, rather than airy-fairy whispy stuff
Andrew Height
DeleteWhy thank you madam.
David Bell on FB
ReplyDeleteThat's one scary pic.
Andrew Height
DeleteHe's under your bed David.