Alien autopsy. I hope to hell you didn't come here looking for pics of dead dissected aliens. You won't find that here. Well, probably not. Hmmm. Maybe at some point if I find some real good ones. So, the burning question is, why would I name my blog alien autopsy if there's no pics of dead aliens here? There's several reasons actually.

1. Ever since I was a kid I've been wondering when the aliens will come and take me home. I've felt like an alien when comparing myself to most people I've ever known.
2. Ever since I was a kid I've had dreams about looking up in the sky and seeing UFOs. It's odd in the fact that in the dream I either am very happy to see them or scared to death. I'm not totally sure what this means, but it's weird.
3. I've seen UFOs in my life. Three times that I know of. Now before you decide I'm totally bonkers, I am using the term UFO as it was originally meant. Unidentified Flying Object. I am not insisting that the objects I saw were extraterrestrial in origin, although I feel that they might have been as they didn't exhibit any of the "normal" behavior of airplanes.
4. At the age of 11 my dad had my IQ tested and I had a 135. On the test I took, that was good enough to get me into Mensa. There's adults who don't know what Mensa is, much less kids. I always felt like people never understood what I was talking about when I would attempt to explain something and then further got the idea that people felt like I was some kind of snob just because I was so smart. Like I was trying to rub it in their faces. The honest truth of the matter is that I was just smart and I never tried to be superior about it, I was just aching for somebody to talk to that I didn't have to explain things to.

In addition to all this, obsessive compulsive disorder , depression and A.D.D. run in the family. Is it any wonder I ended up feeling like an alien? This blog is going to be some of my innermost thoughts and feelings, hence the whole "alien autopsy" thing. Makes sense now? I hope so.