I was convinced that my mother was a telepath. I asked her one day if she was, and she denied it with derision. "Of course that's what you'd say," I thought back at her.

That's pretty funny.

Me, too, Trudy! I, and 3 of my siblings, look so much alike our baby pictures get mixed up, but I was POSITIVE I was adopted.

YES! And I wasn't even pissed about it or "I'm not your REAL child wah wah wah, you HATE me". I just wanted them to 'fess up and get it over with.

Yeah, I've heard it's a common fantasy/delusion/whatever-you'd-call-it.

Or maybe it means we're all onto something...

When I was a kid, I wondered if my whole reality (parents, siblings, fellow students) was all part of some elaborate scientific experiment on me.

I used to think that my reality was some sort of elaborate movie set. The places I was at every day were real (home, school, etc.), but the stuff further away was fake. I thought that if the car would stop on some random road and I got out, I could see how everything was made up just for me.

I always wanted to know about the car on the road that was first in line. And where was that?

Blockbuster was open on Thanksgiving in Massachusetts. And on Christmas. I worked the entire day on xmas, as the lone Jew. And I felt AWFUL for the kids who got roped into working it as well.

Retail doesn't pay enough, especially on days like christmas, because most of the people shopping at the Blockbuster on xmas day? Complete asswipes.

I thought that if the car would stop on some random road and I got out, I could see how everything was made up just for me.

I know I was surprised when I discovered that everything was made up for shrift instead of me.

I know I was surprised when I discovered that everything was made up for shrift instead of me.

Couldn't have happened for a nicer girl, though.

When I was a kid I always wondered if people really saw the same colors as everyone else. (I've mentioned that here before). I didn't think there was any way to prove that the color we call red looks the same to everyone else. But the colors were consistent, so if you have a bowl of cranberries, a stop sign, and a red ball then every person will see the colors not as uniform but with the variations (darker, lighter, etc) but some people see the color as purple or blue or whatever. When names of colors were being made the people picking the names looked at the same thing and said "that's red!" and they all agreed the thing is red even though everyone saw it differently.

Back when I was a stripper, I worked on Thanksgiving one year. Talk about sad, the guys who come into a strip club on Thanksgiving day are the saddest bunch of losers and dicks you would ever want to meet.