Saturday 9 December 2023

IMAGINARY FRIENDS

 In a recent post I commented that I would write a post on alter egos and fantasy figures as used by blog members:


Regular readers will know that Richard has a lot of these - in fact, if it wasn't for his alter egos, fantasy figures and imaginary friends he wouldn't get many comments on his blog posts. As Forrest Gump's Ma said - "Stupid is as stupid does".


Now I know that the unfair of you might point out that The Curmudgeons Inc.ⓒ has a lot of subsidiary characters but these are not imaginary friends. They are, in fact, extensions of The Curmudgeon's persona, created to assist readers in understanding the themes of the various posts. In addition each has it's own blog page.

Richard's motley crew* are nothing like this. They are merely the manifestation of a disturbed mind ....


... talking of which, Robert doesn't have a coterie of alter egos but he does refer, alarmingly and constantly to fantasy figures that he absolutely believes in. Here's a list of some of them (there are others:

  • God
  • Jesus
  • The Holy Ghost
  • The Virgin Mary
  • Archangel Gabriel
  • Archangel Michael
  • His guardian angel
  • Satan
  • Various saints, mystics and charlatans.


It may be necessary sometime in the future to conduct exorcisms.







2 comments:

Richard (of RBB) said...

Well, that post went nowhere.

Robert Sees Things in Sky said...

He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eyes, been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in your back, he's rage
Well, he's the razor to the knife, oh, lonely is our lives
My head's spinning 'round and 'round
But in the seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and
Shout, shout, shout!
Shout at the devil!
Shout, shout, shout!
He'll be the love in your eyes, he'll be the blood between your thighs
And then have you cry for more
He'll put strength to the test, he'll put the thrill back in bed
I'm sure you've heard it all before
He'll be the risk in the kiss, might be anger on your lips
Might run scared for the door
But in seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and
Shout, shout, shout!
Shout at the devil!
Shout, shout, shout!
Shout at the devil!