Do you have one?
Mine is nameless ( I’m not sure what name suits him/her best). But not Yayah please, it’s not “Dear Yayah,..” . Haha.
Imaginary friend is actually our another half. Not that another half, I mean it literally. Another part of ourselves, another side. It goes like this – I’m Izni who talk to Arifah. Simply like that ; another half – ourselves.
Being a very secretive girl when I was at school, I owned a lot of diaries that I wrote to my imaginary friend. It was like I wrote to someone, unseen. I asked my imaginary friend some unanswered questions, opinions, and even when I cried – I poured everything down in words. It is a place where I can be honest to myself. It is really Izni who talked to Arifah. Haha.
I believe everybody has one ; since it is actually our inner us. Our mind mate. The only difference is how deep our friendship is. The more frequent you interact with yourself ( valuing everything that happened, self-reflection session, etc ), the more you can feel the connection.
I realised this when I decided to record every single moment and big chapters in my life. I’ve just established my new baby blog just to record my internship journey. Maybe someday, there will be another separate virtual space for me to write as a wife, lover, mom, worker, grandmother, traveler and so on. When I asked myself, “to whom you’re writing?” – part of me said “it is for me”, because maybe I will feel more alive when I’m writing (even sometimes I gave up), or maybe that’s the only way that I can save every sentimental moment tightly. I’m at my freedom.
It’s nearly 3 am, relieved that electricity just came back otherwise I will die hot. Malaysia (world?) at its suffering era. Global warming, El Nino etc – it’s a paycheck for us who love to destroy our mother nature.
Good night mind mate, soul mate, imaginary friend, imaginary companion or whatever it called. This ramble will be longer if I’m not going to stop now. Let’s get some sleep.