Nolan96
Mage
- Feb 12, 2022
- 506
When I was a teen/preteen, people sometimes said I was the innocent one, the one who wasn't interested in sex or drugs or partying. Any they were right. But I was the one who was cutting myself and wondering why the fuck I was ever born when I was alone in my room.
Years have passed and I've had more life experiences. But I think a lot of people would still see something childlike in me. I feel like I've been saddled with so much pain and confusion and dread since birth, but will never "grow up" to the extent of being able to handle it.
When I was a child, maybe five, I accidentally dropped a piece of paper in the heater. As it fell, I thought to myself, "I promise to God I won't lose this paper because I promise to God that this paper is my representative of God." It made no sense and was a pure intrusive thought. But for months I thought about that paper slowly burning up in the heater, about God's agony from the burning, and about how I would burn too. Kids from far more religious and fundamentalist families than mine didn't deal with this shit. My parents never even talked to me about Hell. So why the fuck has my mind always been so terrifying?
I'm still that child, pathetically inept in the adult world, but disturbed by very adult things.
Years have passed and I've had more life experiences. But I think a lot of people would still see something childlike in me. I feel like I've been saddled with so much pain and confusion and dread since birth, but will never "grow up" to the extent of being able to handle it.
When I was a child, maybe five, I accidentally dropped a piece of paper in the heater. As it fell, I thought to myself, "I promise to God I won't lose this paper because I promise to God that this paper is my representative of God." It made no sense and was a pure intrusive thought. But for months I thought about that paper slowly burning up in the heater, about God's agony from the burning, and about how I would burn too. Kids from far more religious and fundamentalist families than mine didn't deal with this shit. My parents never even talked to me about Hell. So why the fuck has my mind always been so terrifying?
I'm still that child, pathetically inept in the adult world, but disturbed by very adult things.
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