Adults guess and assume that I’m not going to understand things just because I’m a little kid. And it can be frustrating

“Adults guess and assume that I’m not going to understand things just because I’m a little kid. And it can be frustrating. Cause, like, I really want to know stuff. Or even when they do talk to me about things, they’ll always try to ‘tone it down to my level.’ They especially avoid the heavy themes like sex and death and cannibalism and stuff. But that’s stuff I want to talk about. I’m really fascinated by the Donner Party. The entire expedition– really. What did it feel like to eat people that you knew? I’m also fascinated by how the human mind deals with death. It’s like people shut down the idea of death completely, and insist that heaven and hell are places after death. But death is death. And everyone after death is dead, because consciousness is just your brain. And even if there is evidence of life after death, it’s difficult to assess. We’re going to be incredibly biased toward any information that suggests there’s something more. Because we are so desperate to believe it.”

I was sixteen. Right in the middle of puberty. And I couldn’t connect with the world. I couldn’t understand why I did the things I did. I’d never look people in the eye

I didn’t want to be around it. I didn’t want to hear the yelling, or the fighting. So I ran away from the badness. I spent my childhood at the houses of friends