‎Okay. Asking somebody how long they believed in Santa Claus is so stupid, you can’t even consider it a topic suitable for idle conversation.
But if you still wanna know how long I believed in some old fat guy who wears a funky red suit, I can tell you this:
I’ve never believed in him, ever.
The Santa that showed up at my kindergarten Christmas festival, I knew he was fake.
And I never saw Mommy kissing Santa or anything, but I have to say that even as a little kid, I knew better than to believe in some old man that only worked one day a year.
Now having said that, it wasn’t until I got older that I realized aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monsters, espers, evil syndicates and the anime/manga/fantasy-flick heroes that fight said evil syndicates, were also fake.
Okay. I guess I always knew those things were bogus.
I just didn’t wanna admit it.
All I ever wanted was for an alien, time-traveler, ghost, monster, esper, evil syndicate or the hero that fought ’em to just appear and say, “Hey!”
Unfortunately, reality is a hard road, indeed.
Yep, you gotta admit.
The laws of physics definitely puts a damper on things.
I even stopped watching those TV shows about aliens and ghosts and stuff.
Aliens, time-travelers, espers, ‘course they don’t exist.
But a little part of me wishes that they did.
I guess I’ve grown up and realized that I can think about those things and still accept reality.
But by the time I got out of junior high, I pretty much outgrew that kind of stuff.
And I guess I got used to the idea of living in an ordinary world.
And just like that, I was in high school.
And that’s when I met her.