Stop freaking me out, please!

freakoutMy kids keep freaking me out. They read things on the internet and then tell me about them. An example – “Mom, did you know that in The Lion King, when Simba became king, they had to eat the hyenas?” Gross, right? This is something I never considered, never wanted to consider, but unfortunately sounded true.

My mind keeps going back to a recent conversation. I’d gotten up from the couch and walked purposefully into my bedroom. But when I got there I looked around, confused as to my purpose for being there. When I almost walked into my daughter on the way back to the living room and laughingly explained the incident, she said “Oh, you just went to have a conversation with someone who no longer exists”.

Apparently she’d read on the internet that due to the liquidity of timelines its possible for us to exist concurrently with other incarnations of ourselves. Sometimes things happen to people we know in the other timelines (dimensions, whatever) that cause them to cease to exist in our own, but our brain knows something is missing and causes us to occasionally act upon the presence that should be there. I’m no physicist, but what that tells me is that for every one of the uncountable times I’ve walked into a room without knowing why, I’ve experienced a loss. Agh! Freaky.

Does anyone else’s kids or friends freak them out the way my kids do me?

– Wendy AAR

6 thoughts on “Stop freaking me out, please!

  1. maggie b.

    That’s interesting about the conversation with someone who no longer exists. Makes me kind of worried for my alternate self. Why are so many people dying in their univers :-)

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  2. CindyS

    I seriously love the idea that I was going to talk to someone who no longer exists. I will probably think of that every time I forget something which I think is more often than I realize.

    My Dad seemed to always have the ‘answer’. I would ask him what FBI meant and he would say Federal Brass Investigations – they look into people trying to pass off copper as brass. As a kid I just accepted his responses. Nothing like thinking you know something in class only to discover your father was completely wrong – then years later realizing he had been pulling my leg for years. I’m careful now and can usually figure out if he’s ‘on’ but he can still get me from time to time.

    I think it’s why I’m perpetually gullible.


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