By Karol Gajda
My Mom has always said I think too much. “Stop philosophizing.” or “You’re such a philosopher.” I’ve heard those statements hundreds of times in my 30 years.
It’s true. I think a lot. But it’s a positive thing as opposed to her negative view. I need answers. I need facts. I need proof.
I knew Santa wasn’t real when I was kindergarten age; essentially as soon as I could think for myself. Nobody could show him to me.
“Where’s Santa?”
“He comes when you’re sleeping.”
“No he doesn’t, I found the wrapped presents in your closet.”
Yeah, I was an asshole even as a little kid. I played along though. What the hell, free GI Joes are free GI Joes.
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