hypermorphic wrote:
I asked a lot of hard questions and poked holes in my parents' religion before I was 5. By 6 or 7, I realized that my senses couldn't prove conclusively that the world was real. It led to recurring dreams where my entire life was an alien experiment, and they were feeding sensory information directly into my brain to study my responses. I freaked out the first time I saw The Matrix years later because of it
Me too! I used to torment the youth pastor with questions about the inconsistencies in the bible - I actually made him cry when I was nine.
I definitely didn't buy into Santa. I knew he wasn't real by age 3 and as a consequence I was terrified of shopping center Santas for years - there's a photo of me age 4 standing in front of Santa and crying. No power on earth could have got me onto his lap
I spent most of my primary school days debating the existance of god and I devoted an inordinate amount of time to wondering whether everyone elses perceptions are the same as mine - if I were looking through your eyes would the things I see as green look the way I see red things? Just because we have a consensus that such and such impulse means such and such that doesn't necessarily mean that we percieve the same stimulus in the same way. This lead me to a realisation about the frailty of existence and the complete lack of any way to check our perceptions against any objective standard. When I was 8 I was completely terrified that I could simply be asleep or hallucinating in a coma and never know it. I also used to worry that if I stopped thinking I would stop existing. Theres a family joke that anyone getting too heavily into philosophy is going to have an existential emergency.