IS IT CRAZY TO TALK TO STUFFED ANIMALS?

That's the question I pose to you, reader. For I do talk to inanimate beasties, and have been told by a reasonable source that my behavior could be labeled "freakish." Of course, this same person called ventriloquists "insane," and magicians "evil." You be the judge.

Is it strange to:

1. Have a lunchtime conversation with a small, red dog named Daisy?
2. Sleep with a stuffed owl named Hoobert?
3. Communicate intimately with others in the voice of fuzzy bears that no one but I know exist?
4. Write songs about things like "Chips and Cheese" sung in the voice of a monkey hand puppet?

To me, the big problem with adulthood is the belief that one must give up their youthful imagination and "playfulness" in order to function in society. I disagree. I'm a successful, happy, relatively well-adjusted person who just happens to enjoy the simplicity of talking in silly little voices, anthropomorphizing innocent and cuddly creatures, and sustaining some semblance of my childhood self.

If that gets in the way of getting laid from time to time, so be it.

The one thing I guarantee: I will never ask you to join in a menage a trois with Hoobert.

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