RE: I told my little girl about angels yesterday...
August 30, 2017 at 5:07 pm
(This post was last modified: August 30, 2017 at 5:17 pm by Edwardo Piet.)
Personally I couldn't lie to my (hypothetical) kid like that. But maybe it's necessary in which case I'm lucky I don't have kids.
As fun as Santa Claus, for instance, is supposed to be..... I trusted my parents much less when I realized it was a bunch of bullshit. But not because my parents were deluded... but, what's much worse, because they were LIARS (which just strengthened my (still existent) phobia against even 'harmless' white lies). Petty maybe, but being lied to for any reason (especially something like tradition) definitely damaged me more than any of the fun the idea of Santa Claus brought. I would have been a happier kid if I was told that a lot of kids are lied to by their parents about Santa Claus but he isn't real but I must not spoil it for any other kid because their parents have chosen to lie to them and it's none of my business. I'd have trusted my parents a lot more and had a much easier childhood if I felt like they were being honest with me in ways that most parents aren't. It would have made me feel like my parents were special (like a lot of people feel about their parents, for some reason). Rather than realize they're POS mediocre fuckers like a lot of parents.
Yeah, sounds harsh but it really did affect me that much and I'm just speaking from my child self here. Obviously I don't feel that strongly about it anymore but I did when I was a kid. Hell, maybe I was just an odd kid.
Anyways, to be more precisely on topic.... if I were lied to about death and told the afterlife was real.... I'd have been far more hurt when I discovered it was bullshit, than I ever was upset by the fact I'm going to die (and I distinctly remember being very upset about it.... but nothing upset me more as a kid than being lied to by my parents----(hell, I used to feel very hurt when I was lied to by STRANGERS and I was absolutely incapable of lying as a kid, I think. I don't ever remember lying once. Learning to lie, as a child, is supposed to be a sign of intelligence. So I guess I was a dumb kid (just kidding, I was a smart kid, I was just an odd kid). I don't include sarcasm or kidding. I am talking about lying as an intent to deceive and it's not a game and not a joke and not sarcasm. I don't lie. I can't help it I have this weird compulsion. Anyways....)----And if I'd been lied to and then discovered the truth is I AM going to die, I would have been far, far, FAR more hurt by that (and it's not like I'd find out when I was an adult. I was a smart kid and I'd have figured it out by myself within a couple of years anyway. Which would hurt a lot more than being told the truth (which, thankfully I was in the case of there being no afterlife, although I was lied to about Santa and that did hurt me very much))).
As fun as Santa Claus, for instance, is supposed to be..... I trusted my parents much less when I realized it was a bunch of bullshit. But not because my parents were deluded... but, what's much worse, because they were LIARS (which just strengthened my (still existent) phobia against even 'harmless' white lies). Petty maybe, but being lied to for any reason (especially something like tradition) definitely damaged me more than any of the fun the idea of Santa Claus brought. I would have been a happier kid if I was told that a lot of kids are lied to by their parents about Santa Claus but he isn't real but I must not spoil it for any other kid because their parents have chosen to lie to them and it's none of my business. I'd have trusted my parents a lot more and had a much easier childhood if I felt like they were being honest with me in ways that most parents aren't. It would have made me feel like my parents were special (like a lot of people feel about their parents, for some reason). Rather than realize they're POS mediocre fuckers like a lot of parents.
Yeah, sounds harsh but it really did affect me that much and I'm just speaking from my child self here. Obviously I don't feel that strongly about it anymore but I did when I was a kid. Hell, maybe I was just an odd kid.
Anyways, to be more precisely on topic.... if I were lied to about death and told the afterlife was real.... I'd have been far more hurt when I discovered it was bullshit, than I ever was upset by the fact I'm going to die (and I distinctly remember being very upset about it.... but nothing upset me more as a kid than being lied to by my parents----(hell, I used to feel very hurt when I was lied to by STRANGERS and I was absolutely incapable of lying as a kid, I think. I don't ever remember lying once. Learning to lie, as a child, is supposed to be a sign of intelligence. So I guess I was a dumb kid (just kidding, I was a smart kid, I was just an odd kid). I don't include sarcasm or kidding. I am talking about lying as an intent to deceive and it's not a game and not a joke and not sarcasm. I don't lie. I can't help it I have this weird compulsion. Anyways....)----And if I'd been lied to and then discovered the truth is I AM going to die, I would have been far, far, FAR more hurt by that (and it's not like I'd find out when I was an adult. I was a smart kid and I'd have figured it out by myself within a couple of years anyway. Which would hurt a lot more than being told the truth (which, thankfully I was in the case of there being no afterlife, although I was lied to about Santa and that did hurt me very much))).
