When you were a young child, did you have an imaginary companion ?

Nope, but when some girl was nosey about my notes to my friend, I started writing fake stuff about an imaginary person --- So even though I didn't have an imaginary companion, I used my imagination and created a person someone else would think was my companion. Serves her right for reading my notes. teehee. His name was Andrew Stevens. He was very cute, too.

Yes, her name was "Sharla". I only have a few memories of her, but my Mom and other family members will NEVER let me forget how I used to play with her. I would also pretend to be her. My Mom has told me a million times of how she would always know when I was Sharla because I would come into the kitchen ( or wherever she happened to be) and say "Hi Angie.." and of course my Mom would then know to respond "Oh, well Hi, Sharla...Where's Heather", and I (pretending to be Sharla) would say "Oh, she's just in the other room playing..Ok, gotta go...Bye Angie"...and 'Sharla' would leave the room....Then I would come back as myself...."Hi, Mom..." I'd say " Hi Heather, Sharla was just here, you just missed her...", my Mom would say. My Grandma told me the story of when Sharla left me, I told everyone that she had to go to Flordia to be with her family. And we never heard of Sharla again. Weird, hey? (I'm not crazy....really, I'm not!!)

Yes, Jesus.

"Andrew Stevens"... Sounds like a soap opera star or something!

I had an imaginary friend named Arnold. He was great. It was a big joke with me and my family and friends after I got older. I knew he wasn't real, but I'd freak people out by talking to him and stuff. My co-workers, friends, and family still pick on me about him. At work, they'll come over the loud intercom and say, "Amanda, Arnold's on line one."

I did that in junior high school. His name was Alexander Lane, but I just called him Alex. My friends played it off and acted like they knew him, too. We did it to piss my ex-boyfriend off, though. It worked, too.

It was more of an apparition really. Something to occupy my mind on long car drives. A little man on a little motorcycle driving along side the car. He would wheelie, jump, and flip, do stunts, drive through yards and weave through trees. Strange, the things one remembers.

My SO still has an imaginary enemy- a peuce emu.

Fleetingly. But he lives on, in a way.
His name was Wayne Wyler and he's the main character in the only original material I've ever bothered to maintain copyrights and registrations for - the treatment to a screenplay I intend to finish someday (probably when I'm in my 50's). This imaginary friend of mine, Wayne Wyler, had to be locked away in a jail cell that even the Incredible Hulk couldn't break out of, just to keep him from adversely affecting "my" life anymore.
But (in the screenplay), he manages to pop into "my" life again at an airport, when I'm an adult - and he immediately took to driving me crazy, as he always did in the past.
It's going to be a dark, dark movie someday called "Kinciety" [kin si' Ə tee], coming to a theatre near you (somewhere around 2025 - so most of the cast isn't born yet, haha).

I didn't.I have one now.Several.I don't actually believe there's really someone,but I find myself asking what would do a person I admire and like,living or dead,in a situation or things like that.I don't know.Maybe I'm going mad.
So now you know my terrible secret:I talk to myself in my mind pretending to be someone else too.But I *know* it's just me,so maybe I'm not totally crazy,I hope.

*whispers...kill the hamster...kill the haaaaaamsteeeerrrrr*

I am told by a certain education that this is a voice all of us have, and - once more - it will never go away. I became aware in this course that when human beings run out of authority figures in their lives, we will create one in some form! Either in our heads, or we'll have a boss or someone represent that figure - all so we will continue to search for validity in our lives, like we're dependent on it or something.
We're a strange species we are...

there are treatments for that...

I think I am an exception to that rule. I didn't have role models growing up, and I never think 'what would (any given person) do in this situation.' Most of what is in my head is my own opinions, and I don't seek out other people to validate them. I've actually actively rejected any sort of dependency.

I had two imaginary friends. A unicorn called Uni (I was very original). And, um, another one......

Okay, so it was the toilet.....and its name was Toiletty......I was a strange little girl!

It might have been a pre-evolved Scrubbit of sorts But I never had really an imaginary companion, I had an imaginary world. Still do.

no

Not that I can remember...

Sounds "comfortable". I can't imagine not fighting that voice all the time. Actually, that same seminar taught that you should "realize it will never go away", so when you hear it chime in with its opinion, you're to discount it by thinking "thanks for sharing" and moving past it.
Living without that constant doubting party really would be more sound, a lot more peaceful way to live.

*VOICE IN HEAD: "Then again, maybe you shouldn't tell so many people about me or you'll find yourself in the padded cell again."*
*kill the hamster, kill the haaaaammssteeeerrrrr*

Did anyone else hear that? Who here has hamsters?

Never had such a thing.

I remember when I was about seven, I used to make up stories about a whole family of imaginary people. My mother still calls this my "imaginary friend". I didn't play with them or pretend they were in the room or anything. I just made up stories. When my mother tells the story, she says that one day we were driving in the car and I pointed out a family, said they were the ones and never spoke of them again. I don't remember that bit, but it must have been my way of putting the whole thing to rest.

Yes. You were!



That's why we like you!

Nothing like that but I did imagine a sasquatch running behind me while skidooing in the country at night. Boy! Those skidoos can sure move!

Has anyone seen "Cat Food", my pet hamster??? He's not in his cage...

That's funny. I love messing with nosey busybody types... It's fun.

Uhhd. Nuh-no! We ain't seen none of dem ham-thingies, right, Rodent-Runner?

*sobbing* He isn't imaginary...see, see? He's right over there standing next to Nthensome who's wiping rotten lemon off his face.

Were? You still are sweetie!

No. I just pretended I, myself, was different people, like Tarzan, for example.

My gosh, if it really is common to have that doubting voice that "never goes away" how did I get lucky enough not to have it? Sounds annoying. People are always second guessing themselves? That's interesting.

Funny... I keep hearing whispers of something about hamsters...
Anyway, if you find him; be careful and don't let him bite you. He's been genetically modified and uh... well, just don't let him bite!! K?

I had a couple. These days when I need to talk to someone who isn't there, I imagine that I am conversing with Benjamin Franklin.

Hrumph!

Uh. Just say, for example - purely hypothetically - what happens if you saaaaay...oh, I dunno...say you ate that cat. In that case, what would happen?

What cat? He's a hamster called Catfood!

If you ate him I'd say;
Wonderful!! We have a new super hero!!
Hamsterman! Faster than a pouncing cat, stronger than castor oil - Move out of the way - It's HAMSTERMAN!!!

Well, you see...I saw that cat eat that hamster (the little rodent put up a real good fight, though!)...then a uh...a friend of mine...who was real hungry...decided to eat the, ummm...
I don't feel so good.

Just looking at that face makes ME want to "up-chuck"! (I'm a sympathetic vomiter...)

By the way, do you like Chopsuey? (it's my cat's name...)

If by tonight your front teeth have not gotten any longer - then you have nothing to worry about. However, if the cat ate the hamster... Have you ever seen the movie Alien?

Never had one.All I needed was my Chatty Cathy & my Barbie doll.

**cybers you a barf bag & takes cover**

I probably had an imaginary pet.

Even though I can't remember, I'd say, no. But maybe this would count as an imaginary pet: When I was born I got a stuffed animal, a rabbit, and I still have it, by the way... and when I was younger and something troubled me I used to cuddle up and hug him.... and things weren't as bad anymore.

I wish I had one of those still, my mom threw mine away

Her name was Pee Wee. Had her until I was 7.

My brother had an imaginary friend, he would eat at the dinner table with us and to get my brother mad, i would sit at him. Muahahahahahaha

Yes they are nice, i am a loner, the only thing i have for real are bootycalls!

I didn't have anything like an imaginary friend (enemy, pet etc.) ever, as far as I can remember. I wonder how abnormal that is.

I had a female leprechaun that,whenever i did something bad, i would blame it on! Her name was Delilah.

My god you were worse the me! a toilet???? thats okay. i had a leprechaun

A leprechaun really doesn't sound that bad next to a toilet does it?

no..not really!

Personally, Ithought the whole thing was rather stupid. I didn't get the point. It wasn't there, so why pretend it was? Not to sound negative or anything.

I was an only child, but not a lonely one. My mom made sure I was involved in plenty of activities. She said it would keep me out of trouble and it did. There is nothing more dangerous than a bored kid home alone.

yes, he was very nice then we had a fight and I told him to fudge off and he became friends with my ex-best friend. This made me angry so i hired a guy to kill him. My imaginary friend managed to dodge the bullet and strangle the hitman to death. I then got hold of some heavy drugs, laced him up, and killed him with a butter knife, which wasn't very easy but i was full of hope and had a pocket full of dreams.

Who would have thought there was so many lunatics. When i was in junior high me and my friends told everyone that there was a party at an imaginary kids house and gave the adress to my neighbors house and we watched the people show up. It was hilarious my neighbor must have gone insane

You only thought you killed your imaginary friend with a butter knife. My imaginary friend was a surgeon, who specialized in virtual victims who had been stabbed by not-so-sharp items. He took on your imaginary friend's case when they burst through our door with him on a gurney one day. He was revived, and - after much psychoanalysis (another imaginary friend of mine was in that profession) - he recuperated nicely.
Your friend now lives quietly by himself, in a modest little fake home in the northern part of Washington state. He manufactures beautiful, handcrafted eating utensils. Rumor has it he's been making some sort of "list" all these years...and that list only has one name on it. He's a mysterious one.

I never had an imaginary anything, I was always my own best friend.

Haha fool! now i know where to go! He will be dead by sunrise. Then i will have your imaginary friend lose his license for giving away personal information and i will finish by sucking your other imaginary friend in a vaccuum cleaner.

Look. I don't give a rat's ass about your friend (although you might think serrated this time). And my surgeon friend was already forced to leave the profession (right after he committed suicide).
But NO messing with Albert McGogglesnout! He did nothing but saved a soul.
Ok, maybe two souls. Yeah, I was also his patient, so what? He helped me through a little problem I had with make-believe pets and imaginary dolls. He's genius I tell you!

I had an imaginary enemy - the robot who lived in my closet and would come out and get me if I didn't hold my teddy bear tight enough. I am my current imaginary and real enemy, self-destruction seems to be my goal.

No, I didn't.