More silly questions
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theatrical_muse from 8/20/2006, 45 of 50.
I'm bored. Time to answer more silly questions!
Write a letter to yourself as a child.
No.
When I was -- well, not a *child*, I was never exactly a child, but young and new -- the universe was a fantastical, huge place full of magnificent things. Secrets to learn, places to explore, wondrous sights to see.
Five billion years later I have seen everything there is to see, learned everything there is to learn -- about the universe, anyway -- and I have become extremely cynical and jaded.
I have no desire to corrupt my younger self with knowledge from the future. Let me turn into an old embittered cynic in my own good time. It was one of the greatest joys of my existence, to be the person I was when I was young, to feel what I felt then. It's a necessary property of the universe, and of my immortality, that I became what I've become, but why rush it?
Even if I had no concern for temporal paradoxes, I wouldn't attempt to communicate with my younger self. Let him learn what he's going to learn in the time frame I learned it in.
Write about an overheard remark or secret that you were not supposed to have heard.
Oh, there are so many! Being omnipotent and telepathic does that, you know. I know everything I want to know about anyone I'm interested in. So, of course, I know all the secrets I'm not supposed to know.
Mind you, most of the people who wish they could keep secrets from me know that they can't. But they live in denial anyway, pretending I don't know what I know, because it makes them feel better, and until I tell them to their faces that I know better -- which I have been known to do -- they can manage to convince themselves that I'm just not paying enough attention to have figured out whatever they wish they could hide from me.
For instance, after seven years of abstinence in which her sole sexual outlets consisted of a brief period of fun and games with her first officer while they both thought they were stranded on a planet forever, a hologram, and a guy she met when she had amnesia, Kathy has occasionally found herself fantasizing about what would have happened if she'd taken me up on my offer. She'd be positively mortified if she let herself realize I know this, of course.
If I ever feel like I need to use it to make a point, I might make sure she knows I know. But for the moment, I don't feel any need to tell her. It would only lead to my having to explain that I only ever wanted her as a mother for my child, anyway. I mean, she's a fine woman, don't get me wrong, and if she threw herself at me I probably wouldn't say no, but I dunno. She lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. I like her well enough, for a human, but the utter fascination I've felt with certain humans -- well, it just isn't there. If I hadn't been certain that Vash has the maternal instincts of a lizard and that Jean-Luc would have subjected me to interminable lectures about human superiority before even considering my proposal -- and would have rejected it out of hand unless I agreed to do the pregnancy part, and frankly, I think I'd rather have been shot -- I probably wouldn't have asked Kathy in the first place.
Do you tend to make friends easily? Why/why not?
No, oddly enough.
I'm an outgoing, friendly guy with an attractive form, a snappy dress sense and a great sense of humor. I have no idea why nearly everyone I meet wants to kill me.
theatrical_muse from 8/20/2006, 45 of 50.I'm bored. Time to answer more silly questions!
Write a letter to yourself as a child.
No.
When I was -- well, not a *child*, I was never exactly a child, but young and new -- the universe was a fantastical, huge place full of magnificent things. Secrets to learn, places to explore, wondrous sights to see.
Five billion years later I have seen everything there is to see, learned everything there is to learn -- about the universe, anyway -- and I have become extremely cynical and jaded.
I have no desire to corrupt my younger self with knowledge from the future. Let me turn into an old embittered cynic in my own good time. It was one of the greatest joys of my existence, to be the person I was when I was young, to feel what I felt then. It's a necessary property of the universe, and of my immortality, that I became what I've become, but why rush it?
Even if I had no concern for temporal paradoxes, I wouldn't attempt to communicate with my younger self. Let him learn what he's going to learn in the time frame I learned it in.
Write about an overheard remark or secret that you were not supposed to have heard.
Oh, there are so many! Being omnipotent and telepathic does that, you know. I know everything I want to know about anyone I'm interested in. So, of course, I know all the secrets I'm not supposed to know.
Mind you, most of the people who wish they could keep secrets from me know that they can't. But they live in denial anyway, pretending I don't know what I know, because it makes them feel better, and until I tell them to their faces that I know better -- which I have been known to do -- they can manage to convince themselves that I'm just not paying enough attention to have figured out whatever they wish they could hide from me.
For instance, after seven years of abstinence in which her sole sexual outlets consisted of a brief period of fun and games with her first officer while they both thought they were stranded on a planet forever, a hologram, and a guy she met when she had amnesia, Kathy has occasionally found herself fantasizing about what would have happened if she'd taken me up on my offer. She'd be positively mortified if she let herself realize I know this, of course.
If I ever feel like I need to use it to make a point, I might make sure she knows I know. But for the moment, I don't feel any need to tell her. It would only lead to my having to explain that I only ever wanted her as a mother for my child, anyway. I mean, she's a fine woman, don't get me wrong, and if she threw herself at me I probably wouldn't say no, but I dunno. She lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. I like her well enough, for a human, but the utter fascination I've felt with certain humans -- well, it just isn't there. If I hadn't been certain that Vash has the maternal instincts of a lizard and that Jean-Luc would have subjected me to interminable lectures about human superiority before even considering my proposal -- and would have rejected it out of hand unless I agreed to do the pregnancy part, and frankly, I think I'd rather have been shot -- I probably wouldn't have asked Kathy in the first place.
Do you tend to make friends easily? Why/why not?
No, oddly enough.
I'm an outgoing, friendly guy with an attractive form, a snappy dress sense and a great sense of humor. I have no idea why nearly everyone I meet wants to kill me.