Ruben, I would look up at the night sky as a child and wonder which of the stars had the planet I came from orbiting it. Just like you, they would eventually catch their terrible mistake and come for me. I thought my mother must come from some nearby planet, perhaps in the same system, as we had much in common, but I knew we couldn't be from the same place. No one else in my family or my friends were from the culture that lost me. And not one else I ever met after. Earth my have been a mistake for others and I suspected I was attracted to those who had suffered the same fate I did.
But to address the original post, I've never lost that feeling. I do not and cannot get along with earthlings (or earthers if one prefers). What I love, and the depth and passion with which I pursue it, are utterly unknown to those I come into contact with. I've tried many times to communicate always to meet with resounding failure. Sometimes a sympathetic soul crosses my path and am thankful and loving for it. I always try to offer the same but there are few takers. No one seems to need intensity, instead just to lecture unreflectively. All those terms others have mentioned, like being labeled a freak, odd, strange, weird, and more are all familiar to me. They used to hurt terribly. Now they seem like the product of thoughtlessness and a life wasted. What astounds me is how many people on earth seem perfectly content living like this. It blows the mind. I hope our planet has warning beacons around it, broadcasting to keep away from so primitive and hurtful a place. The only exception would be to risk crossing that boundary to pick up those who were wrongfully left here.
But to address the original post, I've never lost that feeling. I do not and cannot get along with earthlings (or earthers if one prefers). What I love, and the depth and passion with which I pursue it, are utterly unknown to those I come into contact with. I've tried many times to communicate always to meet with resounding failure. Sometimes a sympathetic soul crosses my path and am thankful and loving for it. I always try to offer the same but there are few takers. No one seems to need intensity, instead just to lecture unreflectively. All those terms others have mentioned, like being labeled a freak, odd, strange, weird, and more are all familiar to me. They used to hurt terribly. Now they seem like the product of thoughtlessness and a life wasted. What astounds me is how many people on earth seem perfectly content living like this. It blows the mind. I hope our planet has warning beacons around it, broadcasting to keep away from so primitive and hurtful a place. The only exception would be to risk crossing that boundary to pick up those who were wrongfully left here.
