Monsters aren't always that bad...

 

{once upon a time there was a 

monster and he was very lonely.

and he was very sad about

that nobody ever came to his

house before}

I wonder what goes on in little kids' heads.  I remember a little bit of what went on in mine.  And then I think how every single one of us is so different, imagine that magnified by being only 8.  It's a combination of having no idea what the hell is going on and feeling like you know exactly who you are and what you want.  But then a wave of 'whatthehellisthisthatsgoingon?' hits you like a ... a wave.  Every day, each and every child, this is what's going on inside.  Add that in with a society of adults.  Who have exactly the same combination of dichotomies inside of them.

When an adult tells us who they 'are', is it really any different than when a kid tells us who he or she is?  At that very moment, it is who they are.

It's like thinking somewhere, out there, is a monster who is lonely because he has no one to hang out with.