I never cared for the subject much when I was young but I liked watching the x files with my ex-husband every so often in Florida in the 2000’s.
I didn’t much enjoy talking to a man at the state hospital who said he was from Mars. He was a little weird. Now I think well, maybe he was. An alien I mean.
My family gathered to watch Star Trek after dinner when I was in public school and still living at home.
I didn’t like Star Wars very much until I watched it with my son and could identify with the family situations.
I liked “Star Trek: The Next Generation” and I adored “Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind.”
So, I was never a Trekkie and I WAS a confirmed book-a-holic which I am now completely moving off of. I read some C.S. Lewis in 2018 when I moved in here and since then I haven’t touched a book or newspaper. My father was so kind as to renew a 2 year subscription to the New Yorker but I just can’t keep up with it.
I lost my words when I took Tegretol and Haldol in the 80’s and my numbers also. And as I have said a number of times recently I couldn’t even write a check. That was my status when my ex and I moved into the first apartment in Southern California. I don’t think anybody remembers that person. Or the “diner girl” that I was when my ex and I met. I was so sick.
But not someone who would ever think of talking about aliens! It wasn’t my style.
So, yes, there was an alien here, what am I supposed to do about it. Obviously, I reported it. What would you do?
There was something else going on that I can’t talk about. Ever. Anyway it’s also over now. Thank God.
All I have to say about my experience of aliens is that it is very different from anything I saw in movies, pretty much like anything else you see in the movies. But it was a little like “Close Encounters…” And it was perfectly thrilling when the scout alien came to see me on the psych ward until I realized that he was probably testing for an invasion and it could be a bad one. That sounds perfectly foolish to me but I had to say it.
Un.Bon.Mot 