Johnny Anomaly

I look up at the moon sometimes, and I think to myself, there's got to be more. And I wonder if I'm the only kid in the world who does. I mean, I know I'm probably not, but does someone like Chase, the captain of the varsity football team at my high school, think things like that?

Does he wonder at all about the things Carl Sagan said before he died? Does he wonder about the computer code found deep inside the equations used to understand the universe that inspired awe in Neil Degrasse Tyson?

Probably not. I'm an oddity. I know this about myself. I don't fit in. I'm all, I don't know how to let my arms just be arms, when I'm in an awkward conversation. And I'm even more that because when I say conversation, I mean the people around me that talk to one another while I'm thinking about the way someone's hair falls across the top of their ear and wondering if they feel it every second of that conversation.

Sometimes I'm an alien in my own skin. Sometimes I feel like an alien among everybody because I want to fit my entire being within that minuscule space between the fallen hair and the top of that person's ear and fall asleep.

No one else thinks these things. But if I slept there, I could dream their thoughts. And maybe I could find something in common with them.