Imaginary friends

I often have conversations with 'people' while I'm alone in my car.

Used to be, I would converse with others while cleaning my room or putting on my make-up...generally any place that I was alone.  I would argue with them, or declare my love for them, or justify myself to them, or graciously accept my Oscar from them, etc... Mainly I would just argue.  That's the kind of imaginary friends I had, contentious ones.

For better or worse, marriage and children have changed that for me and now my solo conversations are limited to my commute.

The other day a funny thing happened. I had an internal convo with a non-descript person, no name, face, or real identity, about my freckles.  I don't see freckles when I look at myself, but other people mention them, and I was wondering if they were really that noticeable.  My imaginary companion said something (possibly snide?) about them and I replied (in my head), "Well, actually I never really notice my freckles, I think my eyes take top billing!"

Sassy response, I know.

But the REALLY funny thing happened later.  I actually had that [almost] exact exchange with a man I work with!

He came to work with a buzz cut and I mentioned something about him having an extra white scalp.  Then he said, "Like that's an insult from you, with all your freckles, little miss 'fair'."

I then had the opportunity I had been dreaming of!  I brought my imaginary world to life!

Unfortunately it came out as, "Well, I think my eyes are the main billing."

Errr, not exactly as I had planned it.  Did that even make sense???

But that's the beauty of it!  I didn't plan anything!  I only imagined it to life.

Next time I'll be much more prepared to follow my script.