I’m just an ordinary girl, but with a crazy-kind-of-life. For real. I’m a “conversation piece”, as my boss-slash-friend Paulo would like to put it. I feel normal most of the times though. (If being normal means I just want to bum around and still earn money.. hehe).
But some crazy months ago, I was weird. I can’t exactly remember when I had Nero in my imaginative-slash-crazy mind. Somewhere in between 2008 and 2009 I guess. (haha. Ang lawak lang ng range?) I watched a psychological horror film (The Shining) with my then boyfriend Seph, about a kid who has an imaginary friend named Tony. It all started as a prank. I was inspired to imitate Danny (the kid) who had Tony. Obviously, I named my friend after me. My male version. But he was 10 years old. And he’s nice. And he’s like my little prince-cum-friend.
Nero is my right index finger. I don’t know how but Nero has this kind of hoarse/creepy voice. I know it’s me but I guess for easier differentiation lang. haha. (See? I’m really crazy.) Nero (okay, me) often talks to Seph, Apple and Chin. He loves pancit canton. And then eventually, Nero met roomies at 25C. He is usually with us a few hours before bedtime. Habang nagpapaantok lang. Then he met the rest of my GT friends.
They started calling me (as in me, Neri) Nero. That was the start of us being one. (watda?!)
I stopped showing/talking/introducing him to my other friends. Because I felt that I had to stop the prank I’m playing. I felt that I should respect this friend who lives with me. There were some points when we just stopped talking. But, being a true friend that he is, he comes out when I’m in trouble. Or whenever I’m sad. Or weary. My little prince gives me comfort, and words of wisdom.
Weird and crazy, I know. I may not be normal. Because normal ADULT people do not have imaginary friends. I’m sure that I don’t have psychotic tendencies though. I’m emotionally and mentally stable. Research says that it’s more common for kids to have these “companions”, and that it’s beneficial when you’re a kid –especially that it cultivates creativity and imagination. But, most kids lose their imaginary friends between their third and fifth birthday.
I’m turning 25 in two months. And I’ve decided not to kill-slash-throw away my friend in some other planet. 🙂