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But the thing I don't understand is that, no matter what medications, anti psychotics, anti depressants, and drugs that I take.

I always feel as though I am not from this world.

Nothing works. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that I must indeed be from another world.

There is no other solution to this problem other than for me to just accept this.

I've tried everything, both legal and illegal.

I don't care anymore, I shall learn from the inhabitants and do the very best that I can under the circumstances.

hey i wrote something like this about feeling a sort disconnect from society almost like existential crisis as if i can see the falseness in people and the hypocrisy and double standards that go on in society but everyone else is happy to just follow along with it without question

is that how it feels to you ? or is it different ?

I try not to think about this too much. I think it's best to relate to what you have in common with others.

I've always gone with 'I'm not an alien, I'm a science experiment'

babybird,
I think you'd feel better in a job that better suited your abilities. Any way to make that happen? Then I don't think you'll feel as alien.

This seems like what I've experienced from as far back as I can remember...

We are human and from earth and it is about time we are treated that way.

Curious you should come to this conclusion: today I established that I am probably a non-corporeal life-form inhabiting a human body for the sake of studying this planet's most intelligent species. It certainly explains why I've spent the past 21 years attempting to learn their ways and understand their customs, but never quite succeeding. It also explains my sensory sensitivity; the feedback that occurs as a result of me hooking my sensory systems into the ones in this body is causing sensory input to be partially scrambled upon transmission, which is why everything hurts or itches or is too bright. Either that, or my native planet is far dimmer and quieter, and, having no physical form, my species doesn't have to deal with things as tedious as clothing. This explanation probably also accounts for my incessant love of information, and my compulsive need to collect and hoard it; I need to learn as much as I can about this planet to bring back data to my homeworld for interpretation and analysis by the scientists there. What better way to collect information than to categorize it and do it systematically, by focusing first on one subject, then another, then another. I'm sure the data analysts back home will love to see all the information I've gathered on Garfield, Peanuts cartoons, and Star Trek. I wonder if, upon this body's death, I will return to my home planet, or transfer to a new body to continue the cycle.

This seems apropos:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ypb54RBGzqE

I know that feel.

I've felt alien all my life. I don't think like other people. I operate counter to the system and norms, mainly it's that I think in my own way. Most people get confounded by everything that I do. As everything about me is a crime, most people don't want me around, and some want to dish out some hard punishment upon me for my crimes of being different.