Do you feel like an alien on this world? Well, you are not the only one, dear! You are not alone! There are others, just like you. They are out there, wondering, feeling as alone as you, looking for someone like you. Showing yourself will help them find you.
As a fellow misfit I get you. Really, I do.
You have always felt different. The other children did things you did not understand. They played games you couldn’t see a point in. They argued about superficialities and did not understand simple truths. They did not understand any of the things you preferred to think and talk about. They were as alien to you as you were to them.
If you were lucky, there were one or two people who did accept you as you were.
They did not understand your thoughts, either, but they liked you anyway. That was lifesaving, oftentimes. It was easier to get up and go to school, knowing you are not alone, knowing that at least one or two faces would be smiling at you. Even if those belonged to teachers. Or other misfits, who were too big, too blind, too gay, too weird, too fast, too slow, too monothematic, too jumpy, too whatever for the masses.
They were alright for you. Just as you were alright for them.
You spent the free time together, sharing your passions, accepting each other in all the quirky glory. If you were lucky. Otherwise, you would sit at home, look through your telescope and wonder. Or read the gazillion books your room was constituted of. Or moved to the nearest library for the summer. Or spent your time collecting the most amazing and unbelievably beautiful rocks/bugs/wools/pens/woods/plants/eyeshadows/fanzines/graphic novels/sci-fi films/ figurines/ computer parts/ musical instruments/ languages……. Really, I get you. I have been there. I am there.
Spending time alone on interesting things is so much better than spending it with the wrong person.
Your collections gave and give you pleasure and knowledge. And security, in a way. Because being alien at home, at school, at university, at work, at every family reunion is no fun. It’s not for the faint-hearted.
But no one ever asked you if you wanted to be alien. You have always just been that way.
Maybe even your parents were astonished about that weird creature they gave life to, feeling insecure and threatened by you. Or just irritated, ignoring you most of the times, so they wouldn’t have to confront any strange ideas or emotions. I am sure that in their own way your parents loved you. If they didn’t, well, probably they were pretty alien themselves, and I am really sorry.
But it has never been your fault, do you understand?
Nothing of this has ever been your fault.
You are you, and that in itself is good.
You are worthy. You are loveable. You matter.
And you are not alone. We are here, right with you, on this planet.
We are weird, we are quirky, we are too complicated for most of the other beings out there. And we are welcoming you into our midst as a fellow alien, fellow misfit, kindred spirit. We are kin. My heart or soul, or whatever that fuzzy feeling might be connected to, grows wide and loud and warm when I see you! I really love spending my time listening to you speaking about your collections! I love seeing the passion in your eyes! I love not understanding a word you use, and then you explain it to me, and suddenly I get it and BAMM!
We are connected. We are kindred spirits.
And please believe me when I say that I love you. I do not know exactly what you think love might be, but for me it is that deep-rooted knowledge of being connected plus the curiosity to get to really know you.
You are not alone: I am your kin, and I am here for you.
Heartfelt, wherever you are,
Do you feel like an alien on this world? Well, you are not the only one, dear! You are not alone! There are others, just like you. They are out there, wondering, feeling as alone as you, looking for someone like you. Showing yourself will help them find you.
As a fellow misfit I get you. Really, I do.
You have always felt different. The other children did things you did not understand. They played games you couldn’t see a point in. They argued about superficialities and did not understand simple truths. They did not understand any of the things you preferred to think and talk about. They were as alien to you as you were to them.
If you were lucky, there were one or two people who did accept you as you were.
They did not understand your thoughts, either, but they liked you anyway. That was lifesaving, oftentimes. It was easier to get up and go to school, knowing you are not alone, knowing that at least one or two faces would be smiling at you. Even if those belonged to teachers. Or other misfits, who were too big, too blind, too gay, too weird, too fast, too slow, too monothematic, too jumpy, too whatever for the masses.
They were alright for you. Just as you were alright for them.
You spent the free time together, sharing your passions, accepting each other in all the quirky glory. If you were lucky. Otherwise, you would sit at home, look through your telescope and wonder. Or read the gazillion books your room was constituted of. Or moved to the nearest library for the summer. Or spent your time collecting the most amazing and unbelievably beautiful rocks/bugs/wools/pens/woods/plants/eyeshadows/fanzines/graphic novels/sci-fi films/ figurines/ computer parts/ musical instruments/ languages……. Really, I get you. I have been there. I am there.
Spending time alone on interesting things is so much better than spending it with the wrong person.
Your collections gave and give you pleasure and knowledge. And security, in a way. Because being alien at home, at school, at university, at work, at every family reunion is no fun. It’s not for the faint-hearted.
But no one ever asked you if you wanted to be alien. You have always just been that way.
Maybe even your parents were astonished about that weird creature they gave life to, feeling insecure and threatened by you. Or just irritated, ignoring you most of the times, so they wouldn’t have to confront any strange ideas or emotions. I am sure that in their own way your parents loved you. If they didn’t, well, probably they were pretty alien themselves, and I am really sorry.
Nothing of this has ever been your fault.
You are you, and that in itself is good.
You are worthy. You are loveable. You matter.
And you are not alone. We are here, right with you, on this planet.
We are weird, we are quirky, we are too complicated for most of the other beings out there. And we are welcoming you into our midst as a fellow alien, fellow misfit, kindred spirit. We are kin. My heart or soul, or whatever that fuzzy feeling might be connected to, grows wide and loud and warm when I see you! I really love spending my time listening to you speaking about your collections! I love seeing the passion in your eyes! I love not understanding a word you use, and then you explain it to me, and suddenly I get it and BAMM!
We are connected. We are kindred spirits.
And please believe me when I say that I love you. I do not know exactly what you think love might be, but for me it is that deep-rooted knowledge of being connected plus the curiosity to get to really know you.
You are not alone: I am your kin, and I am here for you.
Heartfelt, wherever you are,