The Alien Wrong Planet

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To be honest, I never really thought about it till now - but I always remember bring difficult. I'm lucky enough to be, or nearly be what those humans call a "genius". I thought I was just givng the answers people wanted, in the way that seemed natural. I was despised a lot of the time, for the ease with which I solved problems, and flew through tests with no effort. Even my teachers didn't like the fact that I asked questions in abundance - they didn't apaprently have the inclination or time to answer them.

In school, no-one much talked to me, and friendships, even in the later years of schooling lasted maybe a week. I would bounce between social circles by trying to find favour with the weaker members of said circles, and worming my way in. It took me until the age of seventeen to believe that I'd found a group of people open minded enough to tolerate me. I'm grateful that a few of them are still my friends today, though sometimes I think I might have done better with education if it'd not taken quite so long (5 years) for them to understand enough of my quirks to learn to like them. I can't change that now though.

That's a rather long introduction though, to saying - yeah - always different, and now I think about it, always like an alien - though maybe I didn't give it that label then. I was distant from my peers, much of the time, and in the third year, I seemed to spend more time outside the headmaster's office than I did in the playground. I was wild back then, and used to take my frustrations out on my then much-hated school-'mates'. A lot of the time I did wish I could just hurt them, and not stop, but the funny thing is, I was never really able to administer the "killing blow". I couldn't bring myself to be the one who had the last word, or shouted loudest, or (well, just the once) be the one who snapped my supposed "best friend's" arm in iron railings. I confess I've always felt stronger, more powerful, cleverer than others, though perhaps this is the consequence of my differences being applied in an evironment where the goal was to excel academically. Even now, I have to be careful of my arrogance.

I'm not sure where else I'm going with this... Meh...

Well, my feelings can be pretty much summed up like this:

'Terran in a world of Betazoids'

I'm a red Alien and I travel through Space on my Rocketmaster.

Over the last few years, I imagined I was an Intelligent Lifeform from a different planet far away from Earth, and that I had accidentally landed down on Earth with no escape. I imagined myself as an anthropologist, seeing how humans behaved and interacted with each other, while I just watched from the sidelines.

AS is however, a more likely explanation.