Maybe I am an alien.
Some extraterrestrial being, trapped here because this was the only place habitable for whatever it is that I am.
Granted, this thought posits others such as "how did I get here?"
I can't answer that.
All the photos of me when I was an infant support this alien theory.
"Look at that strange little creature there." I'll say, knowing that whatever it is, isn't me.
Not now, anyway.