"Been a while, old friend..."

There are certain things close to us in life that we enjoy holding close. And I feel I'm almost onto the reason why, the bare essence of our hobbies that we have and the things we do for fun and everything we have for entertainment boils down to a - very much but very much NOT so - an intimate relationship that we carry with us forever. So, when we don't have any physical friends around, we go to these inanimate friends, and take solace in them.
Now get this - if friendship is so important to us to assign deep down inhuman, but very much just as real, friendships to objects and the world around them, could this explain why children create invisible friends? Could that deep down feeling of friendship being created in one's own mind be so focused on an actual REAL BEING that they just get the feeling from their brain that someone else is WITH them. Think about kids and dolls. It's no different, except the doll is actually... physically there.

-Afterthought: 

Maybe that voice in your mind is your friend, and when the kids talk to the imaginary friend they're really talking to their mind's voice? And maybe that's because the brain isn't wired correctly yet and has to adjust.

There's always this feeling for me when people are in the room, friends give me a calmer, more comfortable feeling. Strangers get blank space, completely ignored until I make eye contact with them, then analyzed for the situation, and enemies/people I dislike get another one that almost pushes me away from them. Also, I  get a feeling that I need to be physically closer to a woman who I want to actually get closer with.

;)

Also, this sparks me to wonder - is creativity your friend? Is creativity an alternate personality that just didn't end up winning? Because I know my mind's voice has a personality... And that personality can, at times, be an actor. Which means he plays different characters because, not only is he an actor, he's an improviser  So it's kinda more spontaneous. So my mind's voice is actually kinda like me. But only I can talk to it. Only I can share secrets with it, and think about those secret things that only I think of. Which includes memories, because you can't get someone else to own a memory that only you own.

Well, blogger, nice talking with you buddy. It's nice to know that I can talk to you and share it with other people. It's like, you're a part of our conversations, but nobody ever even really meets you like I do.