Try being raised in a narcissist Christian household with clearly sensitive parents seething at every opportunity to lob shame and judgment on ANYONE else to distract from the fucking evil stain on life which they themselves are. Couple it with some financial success in their lives so they extra feel like they don’t need to answer to anyone else for fucking anything.
lol anyone else remember being in pre-k and pleading with God not to send you into eternal fire?
Are you me?
No pretty sure they’re me.
As a kid, I always assumed if someone fell down the stairs–they died. It just appeared that way often enough in tv and movies.
That one is way more true than “if you swim after you eat you will die”. And even the swimming one is way more true than the interpretation that most people had that if you just enter the water, you will die.
To be fair falling down the stairs could very easily kill you if you land wrong.
I think some of the stuff you worry about as a kid will just arise naturally. Ideas like not stepping on cracks, or imagining monsters in dark places are likely produced spontaneously and naturally by an underdeveloped ape brain.
But it’d be nice if we didn’t tell kids about old superstitions, yeah. Wait until they’re old enough to react with dismissal about the stupid stuff people used to believe.
I was told swimming after eating caused stomach cramps. Sucks that OP was lied to.
There were a lot of other things I was told would kill me as a kid, but they were all lethal things like farm equipment, cars, and guns. Don’t need fearmongering when there are actual things to fear!
In my early school years, we only had round tipped plastic safety scissors that could barely cut tissue paper. As a kid, I was terrified at the degree of responsibility and potential to take another kid’s life those scissors represented.
The adults in charge when I was a kid had us convinced that if we ran with scissors in our hands we were going to kill the other children in the vicinity by accident in the most horrifically bloody and violent manner. They even showed us video re-enactments of children getting stabbed in the heart, neck, and eye complete with fake blood gushing out and Bugs Bunny worthy death performances.
A lot of us thought this was some super common way that kids were dying by the millions all across the world.
“On February 15, 1909, Millet’s 15th birthday, these “girl stenographers” promised that when the workday ended, they would kiss him once for every year of his age. At 4:30pm, they made good on their vow and descended on Millet to deliver the expected smooches. Millet tried to wriggle away, and in the ensuing rumpus was heard to exclaim, “I’m stabbed!”
According to the Times, 23-year-old Gertrude Robbins, one of the kiss-happy stenographers, rushed to his aid, but fainted at the sight of blood streaming from a wound in his chest. An ambulance was summoned and Millet transported to New York Hospital, but he died from his injuries on the way there.
Arrested on the charge of homicide, Robbins told police what had happened. Right before the office kissfest, Millet had been holding an ink eraser—not a rubber blob, but a six-inch-long metal tool that resembled a knife. When the stenographers surrounded him, Millet’s eraser was in his pocket. During the fracas, he fell forward, and the sharp point of the eraser drove into his heart.”
https://slate.com/human-interest/2014/10/george-spencer-millet-kissed-to-death-in-1909.html
Someone lands on the bad roulette number once in a while.
Damn, that poor boy. To go from being kissed by a pack of young women to stabbed in the heart.
