Happy Humpday Haiku #10

Can You Believe I Made it to Ten? Me Either.

We are not the same,

I’m a registered Martian.

Legally speaking.

            This week my Alien Registration Card (ARC) came in. For my (predominantly) American audience, it is the Korean equivalent to a green card. Essentially, the ARC proves that I am now a legal resident alien of Korea. This title gave me some humor for a few reasons.

A)   In the US, the only times I hear the word “alien” is when it is being used in reference to Latino immigrants (legal or illegal), or on the History Channel (you know, because apparently aliens built Machu Pichu and the Pyramids of Giza).

B)   All my life I have been aware that I am what most people call “weird”, but in a kind of endearing way (not quite creepy, but a step above quirky). I find it funny that my current title reflects how my peers and I view myself (Weezy F Baby).

C)   My experience thus far has been a little disorienting. There is so much novelty in everything around me, and it’s hard to keep my mind straight sometimes. I find that, although the people here are excruciatingly kindhearted, I am looked on as forever an outsider because of what I look like (which is neither good nor bad, just my observation). In this sense, I feel as if I crash landed on a distant planet.

As Jay-Z says “all my paper’s legit”, but in the end even he had 99 problems.