It wasn’t flawed, sexy, lying intellectual alien atoms that kept me insecure in my childhood at night or at any other time during the day. My insecurities stemmed from my relationship with my father. Of course, at the time I didn’t understand where the cause of the feelings of ‘not belonging’ came from. It took many years, much soul searching and many broken relationships to understand the cause of my childhood insecurities.
Looking back now, it all makes sense. I devoted myself to my dad. I put all my eggs in one basket and the basket was dropped. All my eggs were broken.
That’s a lot of metaphor, but it’s relevant, I suppose, to the answer to your question.
I think a flawed, sexy, lying intellectual alien atom would have been a better parent than my actual parent was.