You sit across from me on the train every day, but you don’t know anything about me.  You just think I’m weird.  For your information, I’m from another galaxy.  When I was young my mom said I was special.  Later I figured it out on my own.  I’m not from around here.

I never understood your silly social interactions.  I started thinking I was crazy.  Then I remembered what my mother said.  It all began to make sense.

So, the next time you look at someone and think they are weird, remember, they are probably from another galaxy.  Like me.

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