Like I grew up in a suburban neighborhood where no one knew anyone else. I have four parents and multiple half and step siblings. I went from house to house every week. Had good parents and bad ones. Rocky relationships with my siblings. Below average schools. I’ve obviously known my whole life that my perspective is unique to me but I’m thinking about it too hard and it’s messing up my brain. I can’t explain how I don’t know how

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I understand this feeling like everybody is like each other and could have been each other in another world but at the same time that doesn’t change that we can and come to see the world in such radically different ways. It’s so interesting what you can get when you apply humans to so many different combinations of circumstances

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