The community name "Wrong Planet" reflects alienation as a social consequence but also implies an identity of literal otherworldliness. Did any of you have the fantasy of being an alien while growing up? Do you still?
I was never an alien. I always obsessed over stories of fairies and elves and other mythic creatures. Even today I regard myself as a sort of "elf" since people regard me as so different but helpful. I'm the "brownie" around the house since I avoid most social interactions but do most of the necessary house maintenance (changing difficult lightbulbs, sweeping the walk, fixing most anything that gets broken... I'm in a shared house with 8 others, things get broken alot) but feel more like a "gargoyle" when I'm protective about the stability of the household (e.g. difficult housemates or solicitors).
I used to juggle and clown for a local community theater circus troupe and there I was very much a trickster-fairy and always had a magic trick or other surprise in my pocket. At the very least, I always carried candy to share. I wasn't a very good clown, tho' (can't actually *interact* with people on a direct level, you understand) but everyone said I was really sweet. They were nice.
While growing up and playing with other kids (rare occasions), they would play "Space explorer" or some other nonsense. We would take control of one of the playground structures and that would be our spaceship. They would all be the proud explorers and go out fighting aliens or discovering new worlds. I was always the ship scientist. I got to hang out in the ship and read. Really, this work out for the best. They had their adventures while I got to tell them whether they could go outside and breathe the air of the newly discovered planet.
That's my stuff. What's yours?