Family romance

2:35pm Halfway throuh my lunch break. Contemplating this because I just saw "The Bad Seed" (play) recently and Monica's discussion of the changeling fantasy resonated with me. But I never had the desire for (or belief in) secret, better parents. I always felt like the bad one. I never felt human, I looked in the mirror and saw an alien, but I didn't think I belonged somewhere else or that I had a home to go back to. I was just a mistake, an utter failure at the human factory. I needed to seal myself up alone. It's been over 2 decades and I don't think I ever conquered this. Oh well!