User blog comment:CoughOfFire/Slenderman Incident: Really People?/@comment-5830205-20140811120655/@comment-5830205-20140811231043

When I was 9, I began to understand between fiction and reality. My family become crazy and didn't understand between fiction and reality at at all (expect my dad, my grandfather and grandmother, my aunt, my uncle and my little brother)

My mom, she looked crazy and drunk about Monsters, Inc. She thinks the monsters in that movie are real, she wished they are real to haunt my dreams. And...Nope, Monsters, Inc. isn't a horror film. Just a Disney film.

And my cousin? She didn't know that putting a feather into your nose that made you sneeze and your sneeze made things bigger aren't real. It's always fictional, I posted something on her Facebook wall (Sorry, I can't make a screenshot about it because I can't find it on her wall anymore) that we're not born in a fictional world and my dad commented my post. He said I was absolutely right. My cousin asked me "When you sneezed your brother by putting a feather on your nose and he turned bigger and made him looked a lot like his dad (because my brother and my dad were both fat) and then suddenly if you're caught by your mom that you made your brother looked more like his dad and her reaction was like "Why your brother looked a lot like my husband?" What will you do?" I just avoided that question, it pissed me off...