When I find myself driving and jamming to a song on the radio, it’s usually because I love that particular song, or it perfectly syncs with my mood. But yesterday, I found myself beaming with smiles for a whole different reason. A song brought me to a quirky, funny memory.
Did you ever have an imaginary friend when you were a kid?
I did, when I was four. But my friend was not from any typical, imaginary friend category.
A friend my age…? No.
An animal…? No.
A toy come to life…? No.
My imaginary friend was…. wait for it…
Yep. My imaginary friend was Davy Jones of the band The Monkees.
I am literally laughing aloud right now as I type this blog post. Such an overly-specific imaginary friend!
Davy became my bud because as a four year old, I loved watching The Monkees on their exceedingly cheesy Nick at Nite television show. Davy and I would play games, and for a brief period of time that I remember, I would buckle a seat belt for him in the car.
Yesterday, while driving to Royal Oak, Michigan, the Monkees’ song, “I’m a Believer” came on the radio. I smiled at my childhood memory and laughed. I also like the song though I’m no longer a believer that Davy Jones is buckled in next to me in my car. (And, you know… thankfully. Though I suppose I could then ask him directly, “Davy, what were you and your boys thinking when you recorded this song?”)
I didn’t ask Davy anything yesterday in my car. But to myself, I thought, “This is funny. I should blog about this. Or maybe put it in a future comedy set.”
But then I thought, “Wait… but is this also kind of embarrassing?”
It’s a quirk.
It’s both funny and embarrassing. And also endearing. And also, as I’ve already said, super overly-specific in a delightful way.
So I share.
But mostly, I share the invitation to love your quirks today.
Smuggling Grace 