I had dessert Thursday night with my imaginary friend. We went to Ruby Tuesday’s and had chocolate cake and ice cream. It was very yummy with a great conversation. No, the other people didn’t look at me like I was weird or anything, they could see her too! I’ve made some good friends online. Some I’ve met in person, some I haven’t. One of them is named Jess. After meeting online, we discovered she’s from the same town I currently live in. She was in town for a super quick trip and asked if I could pick her up for some adult time.
This isn’t the first time I’ve met Jess in person. One of the other times was at a difficult spot in her life. That meeting I met most of her family as well. She introduced me to her parents and siblings, and the other friends who had joined us, as her imaginary friends. Seems her older generation family members just find it odd that good friends can live in different cities and never meet in person. I’m OK with that label actually. If you remember back to your childhood days, your imaginary friend was amazing. They were always there when you needed them most and would give you anything, even their ice cream. I have a few imaginary friends like that. I’m proud to call them my imaginary friends. I may not have met them in person, and some I may not ever be able to, but I know they’re there when I need a shoulder to cry on or just a bad joke to make me laugh.