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i used to believe that this wasn't my real life, but some kind of dress rehearsal of my life. i thought this was great because then i could just go to the real thing and change anything i did wrong in the rehearsal. i don't actually know where i got this from, but then, i was kinda odd.
As a child of 8 I believed I was nothing but a brain in a tank of fluid and that the world and the people around me were actually artificial constructs being 'played' to me by aliens who wanted to monitor my reactions as an experiment. It really blew my mind 25 years later when I watched the Matrix. Maybe I was right or, more likely, maybe I never grew up.
As a child (7-9 years old), I became obsessed with evenness. Every move I did, every step I took, every shot I took in a video game, I always had to make sure I did it an even number of times. It took me, get this, TWO YEARS to break the habit. And even then it wasn't completely broken. When I was doing this, it ruled my actions so much that I used most of my thinking power just to make sure I'm taking an even number of steps. Sometimes (I'm 13 now) in video games, I still find myself making sure that I fire an even number of shots. I was a sad child. Very, very sad.
I still have absolutely no idea how I got it in my head that everything I did had to be even.
i have no idea why i ever thought this,but when i was little i thought i had a twin in china,and when something good was happening to me ,somethin bad was happening to her and vice versa. when i would get hurt i would be like"i wish i was my twin in china,cause shes prolly getting presents"
When I was young, my sister "tootie" told me that I came from a Doody-bird. She claimed that a Doody-bird flew over the house and pooped on a rock, that poop on a rock became me and my parents scooped me up and let me live with them. I went to school and told everyone, oddly I thought that this made me somewhat "cool"...Then of course my second grade teacher Mrs. Hasper told my mom that I would never add up to anything because I told stories and lied all the time."
I assume this belief came after reading a book or watching a movie, or maybe my sisters told me.
In my "past life," I had been kidnapped from my family at the age of twelve (The perfect age, as far as I was concerned. I think I was convinced it happened on my 12th birthday, actually.) by a secret facility that the government knew nothing about. There, they completely wiped my mind of personal memories, like my name, thoughts of my friends and family, and such, while retaining basic information like the names of colors, fundamental brain-functioning activity, what "trees," "rocks," and "gravity" were. Then, they put me into a sort of coma that allowed me to have dreams. They manipulated my dreams into teaching me all I needed to become an expert assassin while making sure I had no sense that *I* actually existed, as a person. Then, they woke me up, and after making sure I remembered what I had learned and could apply it in the real world, I was sent out on various missions, usually not to kill people, but to steal random objects or money. This, I assumed, lasted for roughly a year. Then, I realized, some how, that *I* actually existed. A single faint memory of something or someone wasn't completely removed. I escaped, on the run for roughly 3/4 of a year, 9 months. Then, they finally captured me, but fearing that I couldn't be trusted to be loyal to "The Agency," I would no longer be a part of their project. They couldn't simply kill me, because I had had contact with the outside world and a federal search would run the risk of revealing their project. This confusion lasted 3 months, to make another year. They then decided to completely wipe my memory of all my training, and, for some reason, decided to shrink me back down to a small child. Something went wrong, and I kept my intelligence capacity, although it was, for the most part, completely empty. This was all a complicated explanation as to why I was smarter than the rest of my class, and as to why I had a fascination with nooses.
Now that I think about it, it was definitely from some sort of book, don't you think?
I used to believe that people vanished as soon as I went away. They would show up when I called them or visited them. But when I wasn't around them, they were non-existent.
when I was younger I used to read the comics and saw the thinking bubble on top of the characters head,I thought that whenever I would think the same thing would happen to me.I remember riding the bus and I would try not to thnk bad thoughts about people because I thought they would read what I was thinkng.So one day I was on the bus with my mom and this lady gave me a dirty look and I started to cry because I thought she read what I was thinking about her,then my mom explained to me that it cant happen.
When we were kids, my older brother and me had my younger brother believing he was hatched because he was the only one of us who didn't have a birthmark.
At the age of 7, I was crazy about the Little Mermaid. My sister and I came up with this crazy theory that we were really mermaids, but one day when our parents were swimming they found us! We also thought that they put us back in the ocean just after we fell asleep, and took us out just before we woke up!!!
I used to believe that we were being played like dolls similiar to the way I played with my barbies. I thought maybe there was a little girl controlling me that I could not see.
When i was a kid i used to think my mum had robot clones because she always seemed to be in every room i went in, for example she would be in her bedroom then i would go down stairs and as if by magic she was in the kitchen yet i never saw her leave any of the rooms to get to the other.
when i was little i used to believe that when i would lie then my eyes would turn purple. and i also used to believe that if you streched your mouth out with your fingers, that your mouth would get stuck like that
After watching a cartoon, I thought that shoes were alive and I was hurting mine when I walked in them. For a few days I walked with a portion of my feet tipped off the ground. I stopped when I decided their faces were on the top of the shoe, not the bottom.
For some reason I've always questioned whether or not I was a particularly created human in a society of non-humans. I see them as real and they did a damn good job at convincing me, all the while maintaining a separate alien society...somewhat revolving around me.
When I was about 4, my dad thought it would be a good idea to teach me about my ancestors. Apparently they were a Norwegian clan of vikings (true story). He worded it incorrectly and said, "We used to be vikings up north where it's cold".
I spent the next year thinking that, even though I could remember it, I used to be a viking savage from Alaska.
I used to believe that the entire world around me was there because of me and that everyone knew about me and went about their lives somehow related to my existance, like their lives all had a purpose but, ultimately, that purpose was me. I think I was around 8 years old at the time.
When I was younger I used to believe everyone was robots and that I was the only human. That there were other humans but I could not find them and I needed to
I used to believe that I came from the moon, and that all the stars were pieces of the moon. There were as many stars as there were moon children, and we each had our own to look out for us.
When I was about five, and already a bit of a science fiction fan, my uncle told me that Jews were really Martians and that our family's space ship was in a cave underneath his garage. His house was on a hill, so the explanation seemed perfectly reasonable.
He promised that once I passed my Bar Mitzvah, he could show me the ship and teach me to fly it. Sadly, he passed away when I was about seven and so I never got to see his spaceship.
Now, our family was Jewish, so my uncle was putting me on in a good natured way, he was a total kidder, and this is in no way meant to be anti-semetic.