Well, that is sort of hyperbole. But in many respects I am. I do hold an earned Ph.D., and I am very old. Sometimes I feel older than my years.
Please know that this is just a bit of fiction, and a poor one at that. Just some fantasy, but that is the essence of literature.
I was born before most of you, and will be here long after you are gone. I am a Time Lord, and forget what BBC says about our planet and how I destroyed my race. That was a ruse to keep our enemies away.
Remember that I was selected as Lord President so long ago, and still unofficially function in that capacity. I am actually now their covert operative to protect Gallifrey from attack, pretending to be the last of my people. But I am not. We still exist in untold millions, but only a few of us travel. The rest keep with scholarly activities.
But that is not all. We are a passionate people, but know that it is best just to attempt to keep our hormones in check. I guess that I should explain a bit about our people. We are a curious lot, but for the most part have given up seeking out others, because we tend to interfere with their true outcome. I was a bit different.
We had given up traveling about the universe centuries ago. We had done that extensively, and had crafted our vessels to do so. The first ones were crude, and could only travel a few light years in distance and only a couple of decades of your years back and forth. Then the brilliant scientist, called Trans, found a way to use a controlled black hole as a power source. After that, no point in time or space was off limits because The Eye of Harmony, as Trans called it, has essentially unlimited energy. But I digress. I shall tell you more next time. You seem to be more interested in my personal life.
When I was just a lad, only 90 of your years, I took a third generation TARDIS for what was supposed to be a test drive. At the time, we had no compunction about traveling here and there, as long as we did not interfere. I interfered. By the way, it was a Type 40B, and forget about the nonsense that BBC says, it was NOT an antique!
To use your vernacular, it would be like driving a 1967 Camaro! She has a lot of thrills, and may not have airbags, but still a thrilling thing to operate! She and I became friends fast, and before long had adapted to each other so that I was the only one who could drive her. My key was the only one who could open her door.
Yes, "she" is the proper term for her, because we love each other.
Anyway, I found your planet and decided to study it. I think that we are a bit more passionate than your people are, and I found a young (19 years, of your reckoning) girl who caught my fancy. Her name was Cindy, and she was lovely. I gave my hearts to her, and the DNA was close enough that she bore a child. I did not intend to impregnate her (it takes at least ten attempts because Gallifreisin women store semen for months before releasing it), but I did. I truly loved her, and always will.
Then came the Cybermen. They found the TARDIS signal, and tried to kill us. Intense radiation was used, and Cindy's body took the brunt of it. As a young Time Lord, I was sort of immune, but it affected me as well. I took Cindy and our unborn child back into the TARDIS, which is pretty much impregnable. We went back to Gallifrey, and Cindy with her dying efforts gave birth to Susan.
The radiation aged me, and even though I was only 90 or so of your years, became a very old man in appearance quickly. The strange part is that Cindy looked her 19 years until her human body just gave out, and she is in a mausoleum in my world, looking as lovely now as she did almost 900 of your years ago. Before she went away, Susan was born.
I always called her "Granddaughter" because of my premature aging. I guess that both of us have good genes, because she is still with us, on my planet, and has two dozen of my real grandchildren. Even half human, they are fully Time Lords. I guess that we needed new blood. Susan and I used to travel extensively, but it just too dangerous for her. She loves Gallifrey, and now is a philosophy professor at the Academy.
For me, I just travel and try to identify our enemies and neutralize them. With Cindy gone, I am very much alone, but often keep the company of her people. I really am fond of humans, and several have been more than "just friends" with me. That is a matter for another time, though.
My understanding of your culture is that this is a special time of the year. I wish you the best wishes for your winter solstice celebration! Since Gallifrey does not tilt on its axes, we have no seasons there.
Love humans, because they are the hope of the galaxy!