Being an only child with only toys for playmates, I was a good candidate for imaginary friendships. Well, I do remember carrying conversations with my stuffed toys and pet chicks and dogs and hearing them answer in my head. But none to the extent of conjuring images the likes of those from Madam Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Wish I had and if I did, I want it to be something like Bloo, short for Blooregard Q. Kazoo. Sure, he’s obnoxious, irritat
ing, and utterly mischievous. And to top it all, he’s totally clueless that he is annoying, forever wanting to be the best imaginary friend ever but always ending up the other way. I think he’d make a good one, if you ask me. He is everything I wasn’t able to be when I was little because there was no one else I can be obnoxious to, irritate or play mischief on. He says the most inappropriate things with no regard for propriety. He has an almost careless innocence that drives him to leap before he looks. Some may not appreciate his antics but we all could use a little Bloo within us all. Sometimes, we need that spark of mischief to make our lives a little bit more interesting, even if it only happens inside our heads.
23 July 2007...9:49 am
Bloo Without You
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