Imaginary Friend Talk
Mar. 2nd, 2011 01:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
potato_headSo I have a break between classes today (because we had an exam, which I totally just failed BTW, I hate biopsych SO MUCH) so I decided to type up that thing I promised about my 'imaginary friend' from when I was little. (This is probably a less exciting story than you were hoping for)
When I say little, I mean I don't really remember when he showed up; I was really young.
When I say 'imaginary friend', I mean that's what my parents called him (and that might have been what I told them...I was very sensitive as a child to saying things that would make people think I was weird, so it's well within the realm of possibility that I lied about him). That wasn't what he was to me.
Basically, he was this (very tall, to me, but again, I was little; I'm not sure really HOW tall he was) dark sort of figure, vaguely human-looking, but hunched over; his legs were malformed as well, and it looked to me like he would have to hop everywhere, although I rarely saw him move, so I called him Hippity-Hop. My parents told me he was a kangaroo; I've recently found out that this is something they only assumed, from his name, not something I told them.
Basically, he would just frequently show up in whatever room I was in and stand in the corner and stare at me. That's about it. It made me really uneasy sometimes, but for the most part I just ignored him, because he became background noise. He never DID anything.
This made my parents' attempts to play with me even more awkward than they already were (I was a really awkward child.) because they would ask things like 'is Hippity-Hop here?' and I would be like '...yeah.' And they'd be all 'what's he doing?' and I'd just be like '...he's over there *points to corner*'
I remember lying a few times and saying he was playing with some-or-other toy.
Eventually my parents stopped asking about him, I guess because they'd assumed I'd grown out of the imaginary friend stage? He was still around, but by then I had learned to ignore him most of the time; occasionally I would still notice him though. I also occasionally noticed similar things in other places, especially at my friends' houses. After we moved to MA I didn't see him any more.
In hindsight, I think he was probably my first encounter with an energy being. That's mostly based on his appearance, the fact that he didn't do anything, and the way he stared at me all the time, which I know them to do now.
The odd things about him are that I remember him looking very indistinct, and seeing many others that looked very similar to him. I assume, though, that that's just a product of my having been young; either because I don't remember him accurately, or because my ability to see them wasn't as developed then.
The other odd thing is that he didn't follow us when we moved. I've never known them to have trouble following a car long distances. It may be that I told him to leave and I don't remember doing so. Or maybe moving across the country really was just too far. IDK.
Anyways OKAY I HAVE TO GO TO CLASS NOW yay social psych, a class where I don't have to hear the words medulla or myencephalon!
When I say little, I mean I don't really remember when he showed up; I was really young.
When I say 'imaginary friend', I mean that's what my parents called him (and that might have been what I told them...I was very sensitive as a child to saying things that would make people think I was weird, so it's well within the realm of possibility that I lied about him). That wasn't what he was to me.
Basically, he was this (very tall, to me, but again, I was little; I'm not sure really HOW tall he was) dark sort of figure, vaguely human-looking, but hunched over; his legs were malformed as well, and it looked to me like he would have to hop everywhere, although I rarely saw him move, so I called him Hippity-Hop. My parents told me he was a kangaroo; I've recently found out that this is something they only assumed, from his name, not something I told them.
Basically, he would just frequently show up in whatever room I was in and stand in the corner and stare at me. That's about it. It made me really uneasy sometimes, but for the most part I just ignored him, because he became background noise. He never DID anything.
This made my parents' attempts to play with me even more awkward than they already were (I was a really awkward child.) because they would ask things like 'is Hippity-Hop here?' and I would be like '...yeah.' And they'd be all 'what's he doing?' and I'd just be like '...he's over there *points to corner*'
I remember lying a few times and saying he was playing with some-or-other toy.
Eventually my parents stopped asking about him, I guess because they'd assumed I'd grown out of the imaginary friend stage? He was still around, but by then I had learned to ignore him most of the time; occasionally I would still notice him though. I also occasionally noticed similar things in other places, especially at my friends' houses. After we moved to MA I didn't see him any more.
In hindsight, I think he was probably my first encounter with an energy being. That's mostly based on his appearance, the fact that he didn't do anything, and the way he stared at me all the time, which I know them to do now.
The odd things about him are that I remember him looking very indistinct, and seeing many others that looked very similar to him. I assume, though, that that's just a product of my having been young; either because I don't remember him accurately, or because my ability to see them wasn't as developed then.
The other odd thing is that he didn't follow us when we moved. I've never known them to have trouble following a car long distances. It may be that I told him to leave and I don't remember doing so. Or maybe moving across the country really was just too far. IDK.
Anyways OKAY I HAVE TO GO TO CLASS NOW yay social psych, a class where I don't have to hear the words medulla or myencephalon!
