My mom never let me believe in Santa, and as a child I thought it was very surreal how all the kids in pre k and kindergarten were talking about it. I remember kids like actually crying and bawling their eyes out when they learned about it and I’m really glad I wasn’t subjected to that.
It’s fun because you get to spend early adulthood patching yourself up enough to pass for a functional human being then later in life you get to have the fun of all the duct tape you used to hold yourself together coming loose before you’re forced to confront the actual issues and heal properly (if you’re lucky).
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