I have imaginary friends. I talk to these imaginary friends pretty much on a day to day basis. Some people have a different name for this. It’s called having an internal dialogue with yourself. I suppose it could be that as well but it’s just more fun to think about it as having imaginary friends. I realize that it sounds strange, if not, downright crazy to be talking about imaginary friends in one’s adult life because this is usually something that is typically relegated to children. And it is typically known that once one grows up, those imaginary friends should disappear along with it.
I take a different view on that, actually. I’ve always wondered how adult novel writers of fantasy and science fiction can think about such outrageous “imaginary” worlds, creatures, people and places with magical abilities or “superhuman” talents yet still somehow function like a normal adult making a living while writing. In my opinion, adults lack imagination, precisely because they are adults. Children, on the other hand, are a wellspring of possibilities. That is why when certain popular novelists are being interviewed, you get this sense that their thinking is a bit childish, if not, outright childish. It’s because they have to be, at least to a certain extent. That, I think, is where the creativity springs forth from.
A lot of people may have heard about the infamous “creative spurts” that really popular painters and/or fine arts creators have. Ordinary, everyday people call that “inspirations” like it’s a feeling that suddenly springs out of nowhere and gives the artist that urge to create something right then and there. That, my dear readers, is the wrong way to look at it. You see, for the artist, they intuitively know that inspiration doesn’t just come out of nowhere but yet do not know how inspiration comes about. It just comes when it comes, right? I think that inspiration is the adult self trying to tap into their child self, which is the well spring of everything that is possible in the world–and hell, beyond even. This is also why when you deal with these creative people, they tend to be “high maintenance,” meaning their eccentricities are so far beyond the norm that it makes them really hard to get along with, almost like you’re dealing with a child, but when they are able to tap into their child self, they are able to create magnificent pieces of work that nobody would have thought possible. It’s not “almost like dealing with a child” but rather that you are essentially dealing with a child. Yet, these artists and creative people have moments when they do act like ordinary and regular adults. Not often but it does happen.
So having imaginary friends to talk to in one’s mind on a day-to-day basis may strike most adults as downright crazy talk but I do think it’s an essential part of being human as well as not forgetting about one’s childish dreams. After all, it is precisely those dreams that spur us to reach far and wide. And if you recall for a moment that in your younger days, it is there when you had first encountered your idealistic self, that side of you that wanted to do so much, that wanted to experience many things, and that undying desire to want to learn it all. But as you grew older and realized that reality is a tough son of a bitch that kept knocking you down, you either mold yourself to reality, wholly and completely or you kept trucking forward in your idealism despite all odds. Both extremes are, in fact, unrealistic and I think there is a third path that is a hybrid of both. And I think that people who were successful at making a living out of this hybrid path are good examples that it exists.
Anyway, that’s about all I got about this topic. Until next time~