Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
– J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Lately I’ve been thinking about the voice inside my head.
And before you get to worrying about my mental state, please know that I mean the voice that everyone has inside their head; our thoughts…our inner monologues.
My musings have revolved around whether or not we’re having a conversation with ourselves, or if we’ve concocted an imaginary friend of sorts to have these conversations with.
J.K. Rowling, as stated above, tells Harry that just because something is happening in his head doesn’t mean that it can’t be real. So would it really be that strange to consider the entity that we’re talking to in our heads (or, as I do sometimes, out loud) to be an imaginary friend? Especially if we can turn the connotation of “imaginary friend” on its head.
Because let’s be real: Once they reach around the age of six, we start to tell children that having an imaginary friend is wrong, or that they need to make “real friends,” and we worry that they’re not developing socially if they continue to have them. We seem to try and squash the imagination out of them. But what is the difference between holding a conversation with someone or something that exists in our minds and just talking to ourselves? Because isn’t it all just a figment of our imagination?
I know, I know. My crazy is showing a bit here, but it’s still worth the thought…isn’t it?
Have yourself a ponder the next time you’re listening to that voice inside your head.