Tell us about your imaginary friend

[mindyourmind]

Mine was born some 2 000 years ago. He is called by many names, I just call him "Big J". He talks to me, and I can ask him anything. People write songs about him and say that he spoke to them. He tells me to do stuff, and it normally coincides with what I wanted to do anyway, which is another reason why I love my Pretend-A-Friend so much.

He is blond, with blue-eyes, and is gentle, meek and mild, except with people who I dislike. He is really harsh on them, and supports me in my personal biases. He promises me that after I die I will be able to hang with him forever, and we'll do cool stuff. He also is quite clear that people that I dislike will suffer in a place called hell foreverever.

He has a bit of a split personality (three people in there), but that's ok, more people to speak to when I sit alone in my room.

Do you have a better Pretend-A-Friend, or do you want to be friends with mine?

[Xamonas Chegwé]

I am an imaginary friend.

Even though I am nothing but a mess of neural pathways, chemical transmitter activity and electrical charge, I manage to convince the lump of meat writing this that I actually exist and, sometimes, that it has an existence beyond its biology. I can make the meat move in pretty much anyway that I like. I can even make it attempt communication with other piles of meat. It even thinks it is me.

I'd say that's pretty impressive.

[JimC]

When I root negative numbers, my imaginary friend magically appears...