Most innocuously and off-handedly they admit a prior friend may have been imaginary. More than once. You too?
Many such cases. Each with a story and a quirk to match. A name!
You could certainly shrug it all off. But don’t you find it suspicious? How could a child bring such a distinct character to life while still struggling with spoons? When did they take the time to sketch it all out?
Of the scattered memories left only a few stick out as something less than real. So, based off of those and the admitted words of others, I can only ask, what are imaginary friends?
If children see these characters and hear them too, why does it stop?
If they did interact with such characters, when does it become no longer imaginary – when is it real? They had conversations and play-dates. They have a name. They have a memory.
What qualifies a relationship as something real? All of the real people I may have met seem not so real if they share the same sort of permanence as the imaginary. For the only evidence left is memory. They’re sorted right next to the imaginary as memories.
If there’s no distinction between imaginary memories and real memories, what does that mean? Are both as real or as imaginary as one thought?
What’s the difference between imaginary friends and real friends? At first it may appear obvious. But with a vivid enough experience and a distinct enough character, the discernible difference on outcome is minimal.
If anything, you can do more with imaginary friends. Because they are the bridge between reality and imagined worlds. What potentials wait!
It’s all likely that I am a figment and you are too. You’re welcome to make more. I don’t mind.