Nelex. Always cheerful and kind, and trying to comfort everyone, but so alien. (the only alien among humans). I guess in this sense I'm not a typical Aspie, that I'm actually warm very warm, and over compensate by being super friendly, which in Nelex's case always ends up in a silly disaster. Nexlex is always in search for a Telaxian colony, or his home world. And I'm always in search for somewhere on Earth that I can call my home. I've been everywhere, exploring. I even made it back home to China, to the old village. Yet it just seemed so alien. I've been shuffled through 4 different schools, and thus never really intergrated with anyone. I may as well have just been an army brat.
I also identify with Worf's identity crisis, I'm Chinese, but I grew up in the 80s, among other Chinese-Vietnamese Expats and refugees (this was about the decade after the conclusion of the Nam war). because of my condition, and villager ignorance and supersitition I was the weird and yucky kid among the Asian kids, (many of whom made it to stereotypical professions and ivy league schools and what not). And as a Bannana as we're called, (or Twinkie in Harold and Kumar's case). or corn bread. I didn't really know where I fit in the caucasian Canadian world, or the Asian world. While caucasians kept on viewing me as a source of mystery. (for instance being a Mormon, I'd always get "where are you from orginally?" (I joke and say rice fields of Winnipeg (Winnipeg is an agircultural place that grows rye, wheat, and other grains, rice is a grain context). So with Worf, being a Klingon war survivor (note Many Vienamese came through Hong Kong and to the States or Canada that route), raised by humans, trying to adapt to BOTH cultures, which became an inspiration for him, to be the best Klingon, possible. As a Chinese I'm actually quite proud of China, (it's rocket ships, it's IT, Stem Cells, and all other crazy ass S that Chinese are capable of doing with such a work force. I'm equally prideful of Chinese disporia that numbers well into the high ten millions. I look to Chinese American leaders, Chinese Canadian leaders, Alfred Sung, RR Kwong, Govenor Lock, an a host of others, my cousin is a well reknowned stomach doctor, in Arizona. My two cousins are super geniues, my other cousin a fellow Aspie is an art nut super genius. my little brother a Genius b-boy IT worker, Jennifer Kwan (I really really hope she decides to go back to figure skating. Gahhh make one tiny mistake and *heartbreak*. Brandon Lee, Bruce Lee (Who showed us Chinese Americans, that it's awesome to scream with a high pitch, simply awesome). Like As Worf looked up to Ancient Dakar masters, going on epic Quests such as retriving the lost sword of Kaless, playing piviotal roles in the fate of the Empire, AND the federation, and a whole bunch of other God like crazy adventures. He was larger than life, yet felt so insignificant, with a dash of inferiority complex, which is good, because as Aspies, we know that this nervous tick, is what keeps us going. What keeps us obsessed, and gives us the strenght and mental will to be who we were meant to be. Darkar Masters.
Like Worf literally became a Man who would be King. of an entire star Empire. (for 5 seconds), he wrestled borgs, he wasn't mere "Worf came along", but it's important that he feels that way, so he can continue to. It's important that I feel this way, inadequate to I may continue to press along. Sure it's going to give me a stroke at a young age. But, It's what I was meant to do. Who I was meant to be. I like Worf must constantly feel not accepted and loved in an emotastic faptastic way, so that I keep on going. Despite everyone who loves and cares for Worf. To be better,badder, stronger.
And I'm far far far below the standard of even looking at Worf's armored boots.