My magician is a sort of imaginary friend, the kind that never disappears. She is not a delusion since I am not, in fact, schizophrenic. I would much rather describe her as a figment of my imagination, a fantasy if you will. In past years I have tried to describe her without offending her since I'm not overly fond of being in bad blood with her, but she takes most everything as offensive, so I have given up trying to please her most the time. I will try again, however, to describe the character I have so vividly created.I wouldn't say that she is the kindest of people, in fact, she is a very unpleasant user of sarcasm. She is very closed off, self-isolating, and passionately against ever explaining herself. She believes she is above other minds (including mine) because of her intelligence. I can honestly say she is the most arrogant b***h I have ever had the misfortune of meeting, let alone sharing a head with. Often she has led me to hurt myself, destroy relationships, and it has occurred in more than one instance that she has requested that I kill myself. Once I remind her, of course, that she would die as well if I were to take my own life, her opinion quickly changes.
I am convinced that I would be much better off if I had never imagined her, but I cannot deny that she does help me in day to day life. She is quite brilliant, and a wonderful actress with a frightening skill for lying. I would be lost without her, and she is undoubtedly my closest and oldest friend.