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Untill my 13th i used to believe everybody had a telepathic bond except me. It was a test, so i started testing them (that's you). To see if they would react to things i hadn't said yet... (Now being 'old' and wise iv'e found out it's called morphogenetic resonance by Sheldrake)
i was about 8 or 9 when i decided that my body didnt really exist. basically i thought that me moving my hand, wasnt ME moving it. it was a huge computer or God or something, that told the hand to move and it did. Basically my body was like an idea that i thought i could tell what to do.For some reason i though that my brain which was the only REAL part of me, in reality was in a bucket in the desert.
I used to belive I was tricked into thinking I was who I was by having false memories put into my head. I watched my mother wash lettus in the sink one day. I looked at her and tryed to remember that this memory was a legitimate one.
i used to believe that my father paid my friends to be my friends. i once made the mistake of revealing this paranoia to my friend, and she's been acting suspiciously ever since...
I used to believe that I was actually mentally retarded but I was SO severely retarded that I didn't even realize it. No one would tell me because they didn't want to hurt my feelings. I even asked my mom several times if I was retarded and people were just pretending for my sake that I wasn't. (The irony now is that my son is autistic and I am extra careful to protect his self-image.)
when i was ikkle i used to believe that if i pretended to be a mouse for long enough, i would actually become one. So everytime i went shopping with my mom, i would scurry around the floor squeaking n nibbling at imaginary food - sad yes
When I was a little girl I went through a period of time thinking that people didn't exist anymore when I couldn't see them (for example, when they would step out of the room or as soon as they were out of MY eyesight). Then they would magically reappear when God wanted them to come and interact with me again.
I thought I was the only "real" person in the world and everyone else was just there because either God didn't want me to be alone so he created "fake" people to take care of me, or they were part of my imagination.
When I went to visit one of my cousins, who had the best imagination in the world, we would play all sorts of make-believe games. When I was little, we played the "cupboard game", where we would take one of those big toy microphones that make your voice echo and stand in the cupboard with the door shut and say into the mike where we wanted to go, and then we opened the door and we were at that place/time. We actually saw it, it was weird. One of the rules of these places was you couldn't touch anything green, and once we didn't have time to switch the world back before I went home, so I was stuck in the one place, hopping over the grass to the car and I was stuck in the sixties with swirling multicolours for about a week before my cousin called me up and did a thing with the mike that made it all okay again. Until then I was bugging the hell out of everyone saying "groovy man" just because I thought that was what people in the sixties did all the time.
Another time when I was a bit older, she came to visit me and we played a game set in the future in the local park where we climbed around the climbing things saying "virtual reality" whenever we went through a certain 'door' in the climbing stuff and we shot at eac other with pretend laser guns. Twas fun.
For the longest time when I was a kid, I used to think every single person on earth besides me were secret alligator aliens that revealed their true form only when I closed my eyes. Their mission is still unclear to me.
I used to think my life was a video-game like Mario or Zelda so I would jump on peoples heads or hit them with sticks to win the game....of course I never won.....
I used to think until up some time ago that it was very plausible that there were actually just a few humans in the world and that the real world was much smaller than we were taught. I'd be one of the few people and almost all my friends and family would be either aliens or robots willing to research human behavior. Everything on TV would be made up as part of the experiment also, the maps and stuff would all be fake.
I used to believe, at some point, that I was a special emissary from a planet in the next solar system over from our own, and that the planet shared the same name as me, and the entire planet was populated with people who looked and talked exactly like I did. There was a planet for my sister and a planet for a friend of mine, as well, with those same properties as my planet had.
I remember, in the minutes before class, being at school and sneaking a quick word to my homeworld. My communication device was a viewscreen that I had no memory of setting up but had cleverly disguised as a bulletin board. And only I could see what the screen really showed, which was an absolutely barren landscape crowded with thousands of me's, all clustering to get in view and to wish me luck in my mission, whatever it might have been.
When I was a little kid, I believed that if someone was next to you (standing/sitting, whatever) they could read my mind. I was scared by the fact everyone could read my mind, but I couldn't read theirs.
I also thought that the earth and life itself was just a figment of my imagination, and that no one really existed except for me, and the world was just pure white. I was a microscopic ameoba alone in a blank world...
I was a demented kid.
When I was in 2nd grade, I started seeing "ghosts". The other kids didn't believe me, and tried to prank me often by wearing bedsheets. These ghosts I saw weren't scary, though. They just seemed like normal people going on with their day, not evil spirits trying to kill me. They looked weird, though... the best way I can describe it is if there was someone in front of you who was invisible, but you knew they were there, so you threw a handful of glitter at them so you could tell where they were. I'd just see these shimmering human outlines every now and then.
This is really odd, and I still can't help but think about it at random intervals of my life... but I used to believe I had to be completely covered by my blankets when I went to bed, or the parts of me that were left uncovered were portals to my mind. And my best friends and my parents would read my mind. It made sense at the time, seeing as the parts that were being touched by air were always, um, colder than the other parts............I was an idiot.
I used to believe my dad was the king of something (i dont know what) and of course me&mom were princess&queen. I assumed we were trying to be nice to the common people by gracing them with our presence so we didn't live in a castle like the other stuck up royals.
When I was probably around 6 or 7 I believed that there was an exact clone of me in every counrty in the world. They had the same family, friends, and emotions. I seriously believed it and a few years ago I was like "Why the heck would there be cones of me" and forgot it.
when i was little i would always wake up to find trash on my desk i had accidently left the night before, only i wouldn't remember that. so i used to believe god sent me little gifts in the morning, so i would keep the pieces of trash in a special place so i could keep them forever.
When I was a child, I watched alot of Disney Channel and I always believed if I closed my eyes and counted to ten I would become my favroite character from a show. When I was in second grade I told my teacher my real name was Violet like the girl from The Incredibles. Even sometimes today I wish or act like characters from those shows.
I used to be absolutely convinced that everyone I had ever known or met had some sort of magical way of spying on me at all times, so I would lay in bed and make faces at the window, thinking that people were secretly seeing me through my window.
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