Though I’ve had many imaginary friends come and go over the years, I cling to them every bit as ferociously now as I did back then. We have meaningful conversations about life and love and Pop Tarts. We brainstorm my latest novel over a glass of red wine and swap foot massages and knock-knock jokes.
We’re very close, my imaginary friends and me.
One of my favorite imaginary relationships is with Mister Rogers. Even if you aren’t from the same generation I am, there’s a good chance you grew up singing “Won’t You Be My Neighbor.”
We like to sing that together, Fred and me.
The fact that he’s been dead for seven years has not hindered our ability to have meaningful conversations about whether one can or cannot ever go down the drain. We always answer honestly when one of us asks whether our cardigan and sneakers clash.
In my mind, we are the very best of friends.
Another meaningful imaginary friendship in my life is Daniel Craig. Though our relationship is quite different from the one I share with Mister Rogers, I never tire of spending time groping him discussing important issues like politics and world hunger with Daniel. In my imaginary world, he is always naked up for a quiet evening of ice cream and chick flicks.
He also helps my husband mow the lawn sometimes. He’s a helpful guy, that Daniel.
Don’t worry, I have real friends, too. I just yelled at one yesterday for sitting on Meryl Streep while she napped on the sofa.
Are your imaginary friendships as vivid as mine? Do you play tennis with Mother Teresa or bake brownies with George Clooney?
If so, remind George to set the timer on the oven. He always forgets when he’s at my house.