Monty by Jim Meddick for August 13, 2011
August 12, 2011
August 14, 2011
Transcript:
Monty: In the end, things got weird and we both agreed it made sense to go our separate ways... you're supposed to be a friend, Hume! You're supposed to be there for me, man! Weasel: Hey! Don't put this all on me! If you can't dream up an imaginary friend who actually digs you, it's your own problem, dude! Monty: You're right! You're right... there is something seriously wrong with me! Weasel: NO... no, man! I'm sorry! I didn't mean that! It... it's not you... it's me. I... I'm just not ready for a steady relationship.
I never had “imaginary friends” but I had a world populated by imaginary people- I only posessed 2 dolls and 2 stuffed animals in my entire childhood and they were aquired over many years- the rest of the “people” were pretty colored marbles and I made buildings and cities of blocks, because I have a rich imagination. The dolls were “adult” as they did in the 30-40s – a composite thing with a single joint at shoulder and hip (arm and leg) and as flat chested as any child. I messed up the first one by trying to add “makeup” with nail polish (melts that material) so she became the elderly queen;) and the new doll I got (3 or 4 years later) was the princess. My mother made herself many splendid gowns and some leftover fabrics went to my dolls (and some even fit tightly enough to be strapless formals). The animals were a typical panda (fat- so he was the king) and a floppy little rabbit who was the prince. Imagination is the best toy for any child!