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Alien (aka Calling All Fellow Aliens, Weirdos, and/or Oddballs)

[noun; ~ Pronunciation: /ey-lee-uh n/]

  • Definition: Despite often being used to refer to extraterrestrial life (forms), ‘alien’ simply means ‘stranger’. Nothing more, nothing less. I feel like a stranger when it comes to everyday life, hence I am a social alien. I think in other ways than most people do, I see the world in a totally different perspective, and I always feel lonely and left out. I am a true alien (but don’t worry: I come in peace).

“I believe alien life is quite common in the universe, although intelligent life is less so. Some say it has yet to arrive on planet Earth”Stephen Hawking

The feeling I got last Friday night during a pub quiz (number six) hasn’t left me yet. In fact, I think of it now as an eye-opening moment, an “Aha-Erlebnis” if you will (that’s a German term for experiencing a moment of clarity, making you go “A-HAA!” at something – usually when you’ve figured out how something works, like an invention).

What happened was I felt left out. In a group consisting of one of my best friends, her boyfriend, and two (later on three) female members of my friend’s sport’s team. I looked around during a break, and suddenly I realised I don’t belong with them. They have a different taste in music, humour, guys, things to talk about, ways to fill out a pub quiz form, answers to a pub quiz, and ways to in- or exclude people from their in-group (team mate: “If M joins our team, we’re with one too many and we’ll get 10% off our score, maybe one of us should leave” – glances at me. Why did I stay? WHY?).

Honestly, at one point I couldn’t care less about what they had to say of other team mates, someone’s new home, the upcoming game, the last game, or anything else. At one point I had just had it. I simply don’t care, and I am done pretending I do.

Don’t misinterpret me: there is nothing wrong with my friend, her boyfriend, or her team mates. Nothing. But there’s also nothing wrong with me. So why do I keep feeling so uncomfortable around people all the time, even my own friends?

The answer is: because I am an alien. I once took a test online and it said I am an “old soul”, whatever the heck that really means. I dove into this phenomenon and read multiple articles on the subject, all proclaiming “old soul” stuff is utter crap. So out of the window went my feeling of belonging.

I don’t fit in, ever. And people notice. It’s like I give of a scent or something. A strange, alien smell all normal people immediately pick up on…

A little over a year ago I hired a job coach. After two sessions she told me I come across as someone who’s “more mature than most of your peers”, and she advised me to look for like-minded people.

She forgot to tell me where I can find those.

But that’s what this post is for! I am a weirdo, a total oddball, and I am tired of being the only one! This is WordPress, on the internet, used by millions of people, and I believe there’s at least ONE of you out there who can relate to this! And I want to find you! I need to find you!

So here’s a short list of things that make me an alien. If you read it and it makes you smile: please let me know. If you read it and it makes you cry (of relief, knowing you’re not alone after all), please let me know. If you read it and it leads to an Aha-Erlebnis of any kind, please let me know. And even if you read this and you simply don’t care, please let me know.

If all of us aliens stick together, we’ll be exactly what Britney “sings” about: not alone.

What makes me an alien:
  • I think the entire world is covered in a thick layer of BS, and I see right through it (most of the times). This also happens to people who are full of crap: I usually prick right through their Bubble Of Fake.
  • I don’t care what people I have never met, nor know by name, did in their weekends, where they live, how old they are, what their pets’ names are, how they died, where they shopped, or anything else. It’s their life, why should I care how many babies they’ve popped out by how many different men? As long as they’re happy, I can’t be bothered being upset over their decisions, nor do I understand why anyone else should be. Live and let live I say.
  • Politics bore me. I know I should be more involved in things if I’d like to see a difference, but I’m too realistic to think I could actually ever change anything. I am way too honest for politics.
  • I have the ability to be utterly invisible in a room filled with people. I don’t even have to turn on a switch; it happens automatically. People also find it very natural to interrupt me when I speak, often to raise a totally different subject while addressing someone sitting on the other side of them.
  • I think dating people you know you’re not going to end up with is a waste of time.
  • I don’t like wasting time.
  • I think the little things in life are far more important than the big ones (post-materialism over materialism any day!).
  • In real life, I constantly feel I need to pretend I’m stupid, to make people around me understand and like me. They normally do neither.
  • I think respecting others is a very important thing, and I don’t think it would be a bad idea to make this a subject at schools.
  • Sometimes I feel as if I am way ahead of other people regarding several aspects in life. Like way way ahead. And sometimes I feel as if I’m so far behind on stuff, I can’t even see where the people ahead of me went. They’re just gone, out of sight.

There’s tons of more reasons why I am an alien, but this is a start. You know where to reach me: just comment below or dial SAM-PHONE-HOME. Thanks.


Disclaimer: I won’t be held responsible for any negativity coming from this message. If you must blame someone/something, kindly blame my screwed up hormones, my weird sense of sarcasm, or the Universe. I’m sure I’ll feel much better tomorrow.

Probably.

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26 thoughts on “Alien (aka Calling All Fellow Aliens, Weirdos, and/or Oddballs)

  1. “the entire world is covered in a thick layer of BS”

    —Agreed. In a sense, all human activities are games with their specific rules. Many of these rules are inconsistent with common values (e.g., honesty, integrity, loyalty).

    Here lies the dilemma many people face: if they want to achieve certain benefits, they must play certain games; but to win, they may have to compromise their values. When the games’ rules are set and held by most people, you cannot change them singled-handedly. Either you are in, or you are not—you must choose.

    When the majority choose the benefits over values, the BS perpetuates.

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      1. “Not many people see the world the way I do.”
        —Maybe they do see it, but they go along with BS anyway. It’s human nature to have a sense of belonging and kinship. But the pressure to confirm is often overwhelming. The very action of confirming in fact perpetuates all the BS.

        When power and wealth are the only goals, the games get especially nasty. In academic and office games/politics, people who refuse to conform will be blocked, or eliminated. The BS minds bread like minds.

        But you are not alone. At least Samuel Adams is with you: “If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.”

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  2. “I don’t like wasting time.”

    —I feel strongly about this one (perhaps because I’ve wasted too much in the past). Wasting time is to murder one’s life, slowly.

    One can buy all other stuff, but he can never buy more time, the only thing one can never have more. I also think what eventually matters in one’s life is his experiences in total. When old people reflect their lives, I have never heard anyone wishing to watching more TV; they always wish they could have spent more time with their loved ones, etc. So I guess spending one’s time (or life) wisely and enriching one’s experiences are important for happiness.

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    1. Agreed. And doing this you enjoy brings on happiness as well, I suppose. Ticking off items from your bucket list will make you regret less when you’re on your death bed (I don’t want to have any regrets, that’s what I secretly strive for).

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      1. By the way, I think my niece may be one too…I have just reblogged her beautiful poem on my site. Am so proud of her. If you have time, check it out. And if you like it, let her know via her site. When she wakes up tomorrow (Australia time) am sure she will be so excited 😃

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          1. Haha! It is a new blog so not much on it but she is a sassy and intelligent chick so want to make sure people get to appreciate her talent! And it is not just because I am a biased Aunt! 😀 Enjoy the weekend.

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  3. Samantha, I do believe I qualify for an Alien Membership Card because I apparently meet almost all the criteria set forth. The notable exceptions would be I am not easily made invisible in a room nor do I suffer often from being interrupted. As for pretending to be stupid I often feel like I have to “dumb” down my conversations rather than raise my intelligence level…which does actually make me feel a bit alienated…unlike this post, which is very comforting and welcoming indeed.

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  4. I have always enjoyed alien humour. You’re a funny little alien.
    Your post resonated with me, Samantha. Sometimes the semi-outcast feeling is liberating, and then again most of the times it’s like a spotlight is shone on us. I like to think that people like us evolved too quickly and unfortunately left the crowd behind. It’s in those moments when we return to the group that we stand out, or feel that we’re an extra wheel or something. I say we should fly our alien flag up on high. Have a great day, funny little alien.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, Gert! (Curious question: are your parents Dutch/Belgian?).
      I feel like my personal evolution is skewed, like I am so far ahead of people at some points, but failed to get on track on other aspects. While everyone else around me seems to have had a stable evolution. It’s like they are | and I am /. But even so, I’d never want to change the way I am :) Alien power! ;)

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      1. ;)
        I know that / feeling. But, the / crew are survivors of the frontiers. Those who go to the edge and beyond the boundaries to where the ‘stable’ multitude never venture. / = the vanguard. Anyway, I just wanted to use the word vanguard in a sentence. *scratches it off my loong bucket list*
        My parents would have me believe that I’m from Dutch – English descent. Dutch, Gert, and then an English surname, Peacock. But, I have asked the question if I was adopted, as I don’t really match with the family — no disrespect intended towards the fam, but it’s an underlying feeling. But, onward and upward my alien homie.

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        1. Vanguard IS a very beautiful word, congrats for getting to tick that one off your list for using it ;)
          It’s just because Gert is a Dutch name, that’s why I asked :)
          Families are a crazy concept. But what would we do without them?

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          1. High five to those we couldn’t do without. Funny thing though — On an evening out I met up with friends and met a Gert from the Netherlands. My Afrikaans, and his Dutch. We laughed and cried, it was so funny. Luckily no real barrier in communication between our languages. Good times.

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