Friday, August 21, 2009

The Benefits of Being Strange

My friends told me I was a nerd. Okay, so that's probably true.

The hubster simply shook his head at me with a look of pity in his eye. Well, he may have a point there also.

All because I shared the fact that, as a child, I had an imaginary friend.

Yes, I admit it. There! I said it. It's out there. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Yogurt (or Yogie, for short) - Please, let's not go there over my name choice, my 3-year old self had no idea of the future ridicule I might receive as a result, so let's give her a break, shall we? - Okay, now where was I? Oh yes, Yogurt, my imaginary friend, he was from Ontario (? remember we're giving my 3-year old self a break here!) and he would sit at my little table set and sip tea and listen to my tales of outdoor play and exploration and swimming in the brook.

I blame it all on being the middle child. Seriously.

To cheer me up this morning, as I was feeling quite miserable, my friend Christa (the one who lovingly calls me a nerd) sent me an email with a link to an article which you can read HERE.

Ah ha!! I knew it!! I knew that having an imaginary friend would make me proud one day. It's no wonder I'm so gifted with the art of gab. Ha!...and then the journalling, oh how I love keeping journals!

Makes me want to sit and finally start on that book I've been wanting to write. It's like it was just meant to be, all starting with an imaginative pre-schooler with too much time and a brain overflowing with creativity.

Thanks Christa!

Okay, so now I've taken that load off my shoulders.

Perhaps in a future post I will tell you about how I recently discovered my Mi'kmaq Indian heritage, and, upon reading about their beliefs, have now come to understand why I always felt a need to apologize to a tree when it was cut down. Again, seriously.

I probably just upped my nerd status, huh? Oh well, I am what I am. And now I'm going to figure out how to write the first sentence of that book.

6 comments:

Quirky Christa said...

The first line of your book should be.....

"Yogurt, or Yogie, for short, my imaginary friend, he was from Ontario and he would sit at my little table set and sip tea and listen to my tales of outdoor play and exploration and swimming in the brook"

vicki said...

It's ok to be strange. I feel like i'm a little off too. We can be strange together!

pcullihall@wightman.ca said...

It was nice to see you while we where in Newfoundland. Perry's Mom's Mom side of the family have also recieved their Mik maq (spelling?) status as well. I was looking for info - so it was nice to read.

Cheers
Marianne

Anonymous said...

I had an imaginary friend as well before I was two I do believe, I think his name was Bocapole...don't even ask lol. And I'm not the middle child, so must be something different heh.


Monica

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