Oh I had a relationship with him Mooch, ol pal...for many years in my young'un days. We was runnin buddies and thick as thieves. He was a great ol pal. I still remember a few of the logical, kind and meaningful things he said and take em to heart. Course now he was a huge exaggerator...and a real blowhard at times. Told me once...I ain't kiddin...that his momma was a dang virgin. I said yea, JC, ol pal, that's what she told yor daddy but don't you go believing that nonsense. But did he listen? Naw.
Turns out though that he wasn't even there really...see, he was my imaginary friend. And, really not even a friend. At least not in they way most folks think about what that means. He was more like a crutch...a place holder sorta for my personal responsibility and my ability to reason. I was letting him do all the thinkin and takin care of gettin me outta scrapes an all. Shoot, I guess we all have some sort of imaginary buddy sometimes and, heck, ain't nothing that bad about it. As long as we remember they ARE imaginary.
But he was fun to have around and a dang decent feller. Even if he was pretend. I still recall him fondly. He just kinda drifted off one day. Seems the more I came to understand him...the more I came to understand me...and everything else for that matter. Who knows, it could happen to you too.
But, then again, YMMV.