Imagination the Drakomo

One day I started thinking and I haven't stopped yet. I think about the things I like, the things I don't like, the things I'm neutral about. Most things are neutral to me. I'm difficult to anger, but I'm also difficult to excite.

I had a whole little imaginary land where my stuffed animals came to life and had their own personalities. I'm not sure where the personalities came from, they were so innate to me.

My mami tries to remind me of an imaginary friend I had when I was two; I don't remember him, she thinks he was a ghost. I think I do not remember what he was, but she says that one day I got angry at him and he disappeared forever. I am difficult to anger. He must have done something really bad.

I started thinking around two and a half, I know it wasn't before then because my papi was in my life, and he missed the first two years of my life because my mom was angry that he didn't call her when he left town to work elsewhere for a bit. She cut up all his clothes and moved apartments. She's easy to anger. He came back and was probably confused, I don't really know how he felt about it. He must have liked the fire because he came back and stuck around even after I left home. Maybe the fire excited him. He's difficult to anger like me. He's probably difficult to excite, too. They've been together longer than they've been alone now.

I'm not sure why I'm treating EggCave creature profiles as a public diary. Maybe I like reading my thoughts, maybe I like that others might connect to random thoughts I write. Maybe I love the disguise of the anonymity. I secretly hope no one reads this, and at the same time I hope everyone does.