4 Reasons Why You Are Addressed As “My Humans”

I may not be of this planet. Could I be an actual alien?

Now, humans, let me tell you a joke.

The flesh, the brain, and the old soul walked into a bar.

Wait!

Now, how do you think this was possible?

There was nobody.

I mean, seriously. There was no actual body. Therefore, no legs or feet.

Did you get it?

Well, I never said it was a funny joke — just a joke. Maybe this wasn’t a joke, but more like a horrible attention-getter. Or perhaps I put too much on it. But if you are still reading, then my plan worked!

But anywho.

Now, you may be wondering why I call you — my readers and followers — my humans. Or, if you honestly don’t care, humor me for a second and continue reading.

➡️ The Four Reasons Why You Are “My Humans”

⚡️The titles of followers and readers are impersonal.

I want to build a family of readers and followers. There is something weird about you investing time in my content, but I only see you as a 2-dimensional part of my journey. Because you are not only reading, but you are communicating with me. So, you should be more than a supporter, but a part of an elite community of avid readers.

⚡️It’s memorable.

Now, think about it.

Would you remember a nickname or a general term? Because I love when writers can be clever and use part of their personality to address their audience. It makes me more excited to be a part of their journey. Basically, giving my supporters a name brings another layer to my content; it always keeps you as the focal point of every article.

⚡️It’s politically correct.

I don’t know if you are solely a writer, reader, mother, father, sister, brother, or even an expert on the topic I discuss. I don’t care if you are black, white, purple, or blue. I don’t care who you like, love, or hate. Because what connects us is not our differences, but the only thing we have in common, which is being human 24 hours a day and seven days a week.

We make the same choices, have the same emotions, and have the same experiences. If you think even deeper, we share the same planet, yet there is always something that tries to divide us, as a human race. But in reality, we are one and the same.

⚡️I may not be of this planet. Could I be an actual alien?

If you think about it, none of us are normal. I am as weird as it comes, but I know that I am not alone in this world in the way I feel because being an outcast comes naturally to me. I sometimes feel disconnected from this world and this society because I think and live differently from most humans my age. I am an old soul, and old souls will always feel out of place in a world where we are judged for simply being ahead of our time.

Now, let me leave you with this:

I am a writer, and you may be my audience, but it doesn’t make me any better or less than you. I address you as my humans because we aren’t different from one another.

I relate to you because I am you, and you are me — we are perfectly imperfect human beings. Me, being an actual human, and you, as “my humans,” means that when I share parts of myself within this writing community, you are now a part of my journey — my world.

Until next time, my humans.

P.S. Yes. I use a pen name — T. Nichol. No. It was not my original pen name on Medium, but this is why!