Thread: Philosophy during childhood

I dont rememeber what i thought particularly.


HOWEVER

i am told that i once randomly said [at the age of 6] to my mum,

"If you look at a picture and look right in the centre of the painting and keep following it as far as you can go into the eye, that is where god is"

Which i am proud of.

Wow, pretty cool that you rejected names as a kid... I mean, you'll have to be very different to even see that subconscious human process of labelling in such a way.

As a kid, I remember thinking about "What if all of a sudden, I would be in a different universe, where the word 'pineapple' would replace the word 'shoe'?"

I don't know why I thought of That

I was very similar. I never did like the way language simplified everything and made it all ignorable. I would spend hours outside staring at something like a tree; all the while thinking how stupid it was to just sum it up with one simple word and not regard it further. I did this with everything. Nature has always been wonderous to me and I always have made a point of not just labeling it and moving on as most do.

Not much has changed; while everyone would be in the house talking about TV and soda, I would be off in the woods or wherever when I was younger. These days I am the same, except removed almost entirely.

A lot of the time I would think that maybe everything I know is all in my head. I would imagine that I had suffered some traumatic injury to the head, and that I had really been lying in a hospital bed imagining my entire life. I thought about waking up from my coma to discover a completely different world. Like, if I had been under for so long, maybe not a single thing I knew even existed. Not this technology, not this art, maybe not even humans or any other animal I thought I knew. But it didn't frighten me. It was just a passing thought that I had to wonder about every now and then.

As a kid, I remember thinking about "What if all of a sudden, I would be in a different universe, where the word 'pineapple' would replace the word 'shoe'?"

LOL! Cool.

I was always the weird kid that nobody knew. I hated everything about school from the first day of kindergarten. Starting in first grade I completely spaced out and drew desk murals...I rarely ever completed any assignment...if at all. I though about everything that went on in class and how wrong it was. All the stimulation of the classroom drove me nuts...I wanted to hide. I couldn't ignore the sounds and motion in the room.

Kids used to ask me "why don't you do your work" I told them that I didn't care. My 3rd grade teacher used to write vocabulary words on the board in the morning and we were supposed to write them down with the definition. I would start after being harassed by the teacher...I might get the first one or two down, read the rest and then zone out. She would come check on me...and angrily ask me what each words meant. If I wasn't too traumatized I'd tell her. She would then ask me why I didn't write them down...I'd look away and say "I dunno"...she stared at me then I'd say "why should I?" LMAO Bitch.

I didn't play with other kids much because their games were so mainstream. I played with ninja turtles and they were part of a entire world I created. Any other kid though if you played with ninja turtles they had to fight. I even changed their names and they lived in stick houses, holes in the ground or in a tree or bush.

Me and my brother used to talk in our own language. Fragments of pine needles and twigs were called "bites 'n bits", pine cones were "chicken", dressers were some kind of machine but I don't remember what we called them. Some words were pronounced a certain way, some in a throaty retard voice, others with long drawn out vowels...totally bizzare.

I used to wonder about things like what is it like to be somebody else. Like do they see green as green or is it yellow or blue or pink or is it a sound to them? Other kids made fun of me and told me I was just stupid. My level of self esteem allowed me to believe them. I wasn't stupid, just weird

I always hated standing in a line. Why the hell did we have to walk in a formation? It was very demeaning. I hated how the teachers were domineering and we were "subordinates." I knew it was wrong but didn't understand why. I wondered why I was the only kid who noticed.

Originally Posted by Lamneth-25

LOL! Cool.

Actually, I though all the other that posted in this topic had way more 'cool' ideas as kids : /

Originally Posted by Lamneth-25

I was always the weird kid that nobody knew. I hated everything about school from the first day of kindergarten. Starting in first grade I completely spaced out and drew desk murals...I rarely ever completed any assignment...if at all. I though about everything that went on in class and how wrong it was. All the stimulation of the classroom drove me nuts...I wanted to hide. I couldn't ignore the sounds and motion in the room.

Kids used to ask me "why don't you do your work" I told them that I didn't care. My 3rd grade teacher used to write vocabulary words on the board in the morning and we were supposed to write them down with the definition. I would start after being harassed by the teacher...I might get the first one or two down, read the rest and then zone out. She would come check on me...and angrily ask me what each words meant. If I wasn't too traumatized I'd tell her. She would then ask me why I didn't write them down...I'd look away and say "I dunno"...she stared at me then I'd say "why should I?" LMAO Bitch.

lol. You just so much owned her.

I didn't play with other kids much because their games were so mainstream. I played with ninja turtles and they were part of a entire world I created. Any other kid though if you played with ninja turtles they had to fight. I even changed their names and they lived in stick houses, holes in the ground or in a tree or bush.

Me and my brother used to talk in our own language. Fragments of pine needles and twigs were called "bites 'n bits", pine cones were "chicken", dressers were some kind of machine but I don't remember what we called them. Some words were pronounced a certain way, some in a throaty retard voice, others with long drawn out vowels...totally bizzare.

I used to wonder about things like what is it like to be somebody else. Like do they see green as green or is it yellow or blue or pink or is it a sound to them? Other kids made fun of me and told me I was just stupid. My level of self esteem allowed me to believe them. I wasn't stupid, just weird

I always hated standing in a line. Why the hell did we have to walk in a formation? It was very demeaning. I hated how the teachers were domineering and we were "subordinates." I knew it was wrong but didn't understand why. I wondered why I was the only kid who noticed.

ninja turtles NEED to kill each other! >: ( Yarrrrr

Anyhow, kind of sucks to see society is silly as early as a kid. The way I see it Now, is that Not-standing in line and Not-labelling-people-with names isn't nessacerially less silly than being a conformist bitch, as long as you realize you are a conformist bitch

Oh, and having your own language is pretty hardcore. Most kids would be to lazy to actually keep consistent in it.

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Oh, also, when I was a kid, I always found it a bit silly when people said :"I wish I was bill gates / Micheal Jackson / Neil Armstrong / That person". I mean, if you were that person, you would have his DNA, his upbringing, so you would just be exactly like him, so the dude that is saying "I wish I was" doesn't even exist anymore. Or something.

I started doubting god at the age of 7, and became a complete atheist when I was 8.

Oh, and having your own language is pretty hardcore. Most kids would be to lazy to actually keep consistent in it.

We embarrassed the shit out of our mom in public. When we screamed out the names to things in a store, people would look. Some of them thought we were retarded LMAO! For example; squirrels were "uhh-uhhs" When people commented or got annoyed, we laughed our asses off. My mom hated us.

Oh, also, when I was a kid, I always found it a bit silly when people said :"I wish I was bill gates / Micheal Jackson / Neil Armstrong / That person". I mean, if you were that person, you would have his DNA, his upbringing, so you would just be exactly like him, so the dude that is saying "I wish I was" doesn't even exist anymore. Or something.

Yeah I hated that. I remember how in sunday school the teacher asked us who was our role model or hero. The other kids named professional sports players, Jesus or their parents. Then it got to me and I said "nobody". She didn't get it and repeated the question and explained it to me like I was a retard. I said "don't you get it, I don't follow anybody's example!" The teacher got mad and said you need to participate in the class discussion blah blah. Then she asked me about what my interests were. I told her wolves, music, drawing...etc. So she asked me if there was a biologist or artist I liked. So I named David Mech a wolf biologist. She said oh we've found a role model for you. I corrected her: "no, I like his books, respect when he does but I do not copy anything from him, values included, I came to that and my love of wolves on my own" She was pissed and sent me out of the class while the other kids laughed. Bitch.

Lamneth, you're kinda like me. I always considered myself weird, and still do. I don't what everyone elses problem is. School is torture for me because I'm smart, so I just want everyone to shut up, have the teacher give me the work and have me do it. I hate when people talk and don't just get their work done. One thing that always bugged me and still does is that on a test the difference between getting a good grade on a test and a bad one (especially multiple choices) is just where you put the marks. Same with passwords, like when you download a free trial of a program and you can buy a code to put in to activate it to make it the full program. It is within perfect reach of you to type in that combination but you have to know it. It bugs me because I could do it but I don't know what it is.

I also have always been big on the fact that there are exact values for everything and if we knew them we could solve so many things. For instance, I would be driving in a car at night and look at a star far, far away and know that there is an exact distance from me to that star which is a value that I could write down, I just don't know what it is. We have all kinds of equations and need things to fill in. There are definate values that we don't know but we could still plug those values in without finding them out. It is within our reach we just can't do it because we don't know it. All of this bugs me alot.

I was also crazy OCD as a kid and on the playground would follow my brother around like there was a string between us and I had to go between the same things he did or it didn't feel right. Also when I would walk into a room and I would hop back and forth across that line a certain number of times for certain rooms or it didn't feel right. If I touched something I would have to touch it 3 more times to make it 4. I'm not as OCD anymore, now only chewing in groups of 4, and having repetitive thoughts.

It's bedtime now though.

My childhood wasn't really MY childhood.

it was partially mine, but mostly someone elses,

the real me was dark depressed and very deep,

the other me was...
just nothing like I am.
It was intelligent,
but still it wasn't my personality,

and because of this other me covering everything up,
I missed out on most of my childhood.I had no friends.
not really anything. my philosiphy was the way I see it the glass is neither half empty nor half full, just twice as big as it should be.
so when i finally broke free I was even darker even more Deep.

and as they say,

it's hard to start things over,
they weren't kidding.

I even changed my name temporarily,
(although I do resent both my current name and the version i chose)


The real me did peek through at times during my childhood.
which is where I got my reputation for beig the weird kid.
because the real me is a weird OCD kid who is supposedly "crazy",
thought weird was cool and all of us sat at our invisible table named nancy.
(which actually the nancy thing happened after I "met Her"

But then,

I met her.

She taught me that no matter how Weird you are you can still be respected.
it was then, that i broke free
it was then, that I believed all the stuff that I had called myself crazy with,
(it all turned out to be true anyway)
it was then that i just became myself.
and her name was...

Moonie.

I still feel Naive however,
But with time *coughs* december ninth *coughs*

i'm sure I'll understand what is going on.

{the whole "other me" thing,
it wasn't like a dual personality,
it was more like a naiveness.

(this metaphor makes it seem like I had a dual personality, doesn't it?)}

A lot of the time I would think that maybe everything I know is all in my head. I would imagine that I had suffered some traumatic injury to the head, and that I had really been lying in a hospital bed imagining my entire life. I thought about waking up from my coma to discover a completely different world. Like, if I had been under for so long, maybe not a single thing I knew even existed. Not this technology, not this art, maybe not even humans or any other animal I thought I knew. But it didn't frighten me. It was just a passing thought that I had to wonder about every now and then.

I used to wonder about things like what is it like to be somebody else. Like do they see green as green or is it yellow or blue or pink or is it a sound to them?

I used to wonder about both things. Actually, I still do...

Also, what happens December 9th?

I used to wonder about things like what is it like to be somebody else. Like do they see green as green or is it yellow or blue or pink or is it a sound to them?

I skipped down to the bottom to post this exact same thing, but it seems I'm not at all alone. I remember being in 3rd or 4th grade, thinking, what if the things I see look totally different to another person? We both look at grass, and I see green blades, but maybe somebody else sees red spheres. Only, they describe it as green blades, or at least that's what I perceive them as describing. If I could transplant my consciousness into their perceiving mind, would I see things differently?

Then I went to college, spent some time with my philosophy professors, and found out that even the ancients thought about that stuff. And I thought I was so clever.

december 9th? that when u bomb Mount Dora Car & Cycle Swap Meet (google search)

change of heart from what i said before.

everyone is weird. if u think your not weird, your weird. its a fact of life, some people are just weirder than others.

december 9th? that when u bomb Mount Dora Car & Cycle Swap Meet (google search)

What does that have to do with what you said about Moonie?

moonie? whos that

You meen You Don't know????


Well I guess not everyone on the entire face of this planet knows her.

but seriousley,

the truth is, I don't really know.

The better question is,

Who am I???

Originally Posted by weelilhazel

What does that have to do with what you said about Moonie?

You Know Her???

Awesome.


She seems to know me Even better than i know me.

Originally Posted by Ahhchuu

december 9th? that when u bomb Mount Dora Car & Cycle Swap Meet (google search)

change of heart from what i said before.

everyone is weird. if u think your not weird, your weird. its a fact of life, some people are just weirder than others.

Not when Your point of view is Weird is Cool,
(you don't try to be more weird you just are)
then you're pretty much always weird.
which is cool.

No... I don't know Moonie. I was just reffering to what you said before.

Originally Posted by Lamneth-25

So, what did you think about when you were a child? I mean child as in 12 and under.

well, i was kind of in the same state you were in. my parents were alchoholics, then they found god in AA, and naturally i was forced to follow in their religious footsteps. i always thought about those deep questions, the "why are we here" and " what purpose can we possibly have on this planet?" i believed in God for a while, out of sheer fear of gong to Hell. But later on, i just took a step back, and loooked at all the religions, and decided that not one was good enough for me. i still haven't told my parents that i am not a Christian anymore, they would freak out. but as a child, going to hell was my biggest fear, and i figured out that most religions like to use that scare tactic to keep a lot of people on board, and i don't like it. i never have.

I used to sometimes think that i am the only real human, and everyone else was aliens in human costumes. (sorta like the truman show). I sometimes also thought that everyone could read my mind. what else.... sometimes i thought my parents werent my real parents and they just adopted me. i used to think i saw things differently, like when looking at a person, some1 else might see then physically different looking and colors would look different etc... i was one paranoid crazy bastard. still am sometimes.

I used to think that everyone could read minds except me! I would signal them to do something to prove it and got frustrated when everyone was trying to keep me from knowing that I was the only one without those capabilities.