#alien conversation

[artsy-writy]

Imagine if aliens enjoyed the typical "technical" jobs as we enjoy the artsy ones

Alien: Whatcha doing?

Human: Uhh *hunched over tablet*, just drawing something, ya know?

Alien: Work eh? Poor you. Hope you can finish that fast before the weekend?

Human: Huh? What do you mean?

Alien: ...is that not for your job?

Human: I'm no artist. I'm an accountant. I don't-

Alien: ...you're an accountant...but you're drawing?

Human: For fun, I just have free time.

Alien: *astounded* You're literal job is accounting and you're....doing art....for fun!?

Human: W-why would I not-

Alien: *Calls out to friend* do you see this person!? They're job is freaking accounting! Working with fun fun numbers and they're sitting here coloring like they enjoy it! "Free time", they say.

Human: W-what-

Alien 2: You're...drawing.

Human: Y-ye- I-I mean, what's your guys' jobs?

Alien: I paint murals and this person creates sculptures.

Human: What!? Dream jobs right there!

Aliens: What!?

Alien 2: You're an accountant! You get to work with numbers all the time and you're envious of US??

Human: Do your kind not like-

Alien: It is so tiring. Our schools enforce the arts on us, we are pressured by parents that art is the only way for the future and society- society calls us dreamers if we even mention math or science.

Human: ...that's pretty much us but with science and math...

Aliens: ...

Human: ...

Aliens: ....

Human: ....

All of them at the same time: So wanna do my work?

[alienauthor]

These trees were bare naked

Stripped out of their mask

The mask that made them look grandeur

Little do these trees know

That their true self

The one's within

Are even more beautiful

Beautifully fragile.

Although, only a few can appreciate.

--alienauthor

[itsblank]

"You know you're important if I say that I'll make it up to you."

--blank

[artsy-writy]

Humans are so different to each other. Like imagine aliens actually being very similar to the others of their species and the humans show up and they just are so....unpredictable.

Alien: *is eating with a human and gives the human olives*

Human: *surprised* Oh. Do you not like olives?

Alien: I like olives. But you love them, right? So you can have it.

Human: Oh I don't remember mentioning something like that but...I don't like olives. I hate them actually.

Alien: *shocked and is questioning their life decisions* I was playing with your daughter when babysitting her and she said she loved olives.

Human: Yeah, guess she just likes them. I don't though.

Alien: But she's human.

Human: yeah. And?

Alien: Don't all humans like olives?

Human: Just because my daughter like olives doesn't mean I like them too.

Alien: *blinks slowly thinking and then gasps in relief* So you DON'T like murdering unlike the human on TV??

Human: WHAT- No- wait what. Have you been eating with me the whole time thinking I was a murderer???

Alien: I-I just wanted to respect your preferences and show support-

Human: If I was a murderer, I could have killed YOU!!! *so confused by alien's thought process*

Alien: ...still wanted to show support....

[artsy-writy]

Humans are so fucking destructible yet so...indestructible...

Like, imagine an alien species whose body does not 'heal' befriends a human

Alien: Hey human- WOAH WOAH WOAH, PUT THAT BOX DOWN!! *immediately grabs and puts the heavy box away*

Human: Oh- did it have anything in it you didn't want me to see? Cuz if you did, I promise I didn't open-

Alien: *scared and slowly approaches their arm* D-didn't you break this a few weeks ago? *slightly pokes their arm to check*

Human: Oh yeah, it healed now. *extends arm and flexes muscles*

Alien: *horrified* What in the inter-galactical forces do you mean by 'healed'?

Human: Well, us humans can heal from broken bones quite easily with the right approaches and medical professionals to help.

Alien: *goes into traumatic relapse* My brother once broke a bone...his hand is now a squiggle.

Human: ...like a noodle?

Alien: THIS IS SERIOUS!!

Human: right...if it makes you feel better, we can't grow an arm if it's cut off...

Alien: Yeah...it would be weird if you could- I mean, imagine if you guys could grow back internal organs after they were injured-

Humans: But we can transplant them from other humans though!

Alien: *slowly backs away* Shut up. You may not take my parts...monster. *squints scared as they leave, hissing*

[alienauthor]

She.

He's just like someone I used to want before.

Now, I know that it's not going to work.

This time I'll keep him as a good friend.

--alienauthor

[alienauthor]

She.

Once again, she doubts the feelings that they had.

She is for certain about her feelings.

Yet, she is uncertain on what he thinks about all this.

She's now embarrassed

For thinking something more to this.

So now, she'll leave it as it is.

--alienauthor

[alienauthor]

She.

She's once again confused.

Why is he asking her out?

She knows but she doesn't really know.

Does he really like her?

Was she not wrong about her assumptions?

Is this just a friendly occasion to him?

She can never be sure.

--alienauthor