I had a rich imaginary life growing up, and I enjoyed it immensely. It was really a survival mechanism, but I’m not going to get into that. I do think it really helped me externalize things, instead of pretending that I was in complete control of everything. When I grew out of it and became a teenager, I internalized everything and it made me fairly miserable.
I had a friend a while back who started talking to his shadow which he gave a personality and a name. When his parents caught him they freaked out. He basically stopped to avoid an exorcism. Apparently that’s what happens when you grow up in Rome, GA and your parents are super-conservative Christians.
