I do as well. I've always been a little(or a lot) macabre. I tell myself it's because I want to see the realities of life across the globe, and not hide my head in the sand. That's what I tell myself, I don't really know why I have such a morbid fascination for the stuff, though.

When I was younger I used to believe that if I concentrated hard enough I could control things with my mind(tPsychokinesis). When I inevitably couldn't, I thought it's just because I wasn't trying hard enough.

When I was ten, I'd heard all of this talk about people "smoking weed". I thought it sounded neat, grew curious, and decided that I, too, would smoke some "weed". I gathered some computer printing paper, went outside and picked some weeds from the yard, loosely rolled them up in the computer paper, stuck the monstrosity of a "joint" in my mouth, and lit it and inhaled very deeply. I coughed until I almost puked and felt very light headed and then got a headache. I was a smart child in a lot of ways, always excelled far beyond my peers academically...but I did some very stupid things. I've always been strange and impulsive...