Take me back to Eris

I think I am one of those aliens stuck on earth. Actually, I know it.

We are put on earth to help earthlings face and get through the tragedies caused by their own destruction.

I have gone through earthling’s education system, learnt their languages and psychology, and got myself an earthly Masters and Degree titles.

We do not have super powers. Do not be deceived by those Sci-Fi movies and TV shows. But we are, of course, super capable. Multi-tasking and highly organised are just a couple of our many unearthly qualities, although some earthlings chose to call us anal. But how else do you think we did those crop circles in such a short time? We can see and sense what most earthlings cannot, due to our differently structured biological body, although reconstructed to look and function like earthlings’.

But believe me. Earthlings are hard work. Some can be so stupid and ignorant. They really are a patience-testing bunch. Through the years, some of us just simply couldn’t bear dealing with them. It’s no wonder why that painter who was labelled as a nutter, killed himself. Only then these earthlings worshipped his paintings and make big money out of them. Sigh…

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