on_thecouch - Spoiled
When I first moved to Smallville, everyone in town was convinced that I was nothing more than a spoiled city girl. As far as they were concerned, if you came straight out of the big city, you were either a rich, vapid debutante or a homeless person. Trying to prove to them that I was neither of these things was quite a challenge.
Small town life was foreign to me. I was used to people knowing who I was (being the daughter of William Clark and such), but not in the way it happens in a small town. Everyone knows everyone. Not due to any kind of notoriety, but rather just because. I found this to be extremely unnerving most of the time. Knowing that people were tracking my every move - catching a glimpse of me at the supermarket, making a note of what I was wearing, the things I was purchasing - did little to ease my inferiority complex in any way.
It took nearly three years for me to shed my rich, vapid debutante image. And it happened in the most unexpected way. You see, small town doctors are about as gossipy as anyone else - everyone seems to ignore the rules of conduct when it comes to medicine - and it took less than a day for the people in town to learn that I was physically unable to have children.
Suddenly I was a charity case, the recipient of pity hugs and sympathetic smiles, and even the occasional house call. People started bringing me pie. As if I really needed any.
It’s funny how it takes a tragedy to correct false perceptions and shed prejudice. I often wondered what that meant. Is it not possible for a spoiled city girl to be unable to produce? Why did that make me a better person than they originally thought? All at once, I’m welcomed into society because I have a physical defect?
Strange.
Muse: Martha Kent
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 323
Small town life was foreign to me. I was used to people knowing who I was (being the daughter of William Clark and such), but not in the way it happens in a small town. Everyone knows everyone. Not due to any kind of notoriety, but rather just because. I found this to be extremely unnerving most of the time. Knowing that people were tracking my every move - catching a glimpse of me at the supermarket, making a note of what I was wearing, the things I was purchasing - did little to ease my inferiority complex in any way.
It took nearly three years for me to shed my rich, vapid debutante image. And it happened in the most unexpected way. You see, small town doctors are about as gossipy as anyone else - everyone seems to ignore the rules of conduct when it comes to medicine - and it took less than a day for the people in town to learn that I was physically unable to have children.
Suddenly I was a charity case, the recipient of pity hugs and sympathetic smiles, and even the occasional house call. People started bringing me pie. As if I really needed any.
It’s funny how it takes a tragedy to correct false perceptions and shed prejudice. I often wondered what that meant. Is it not possible for a spoiled city girl to be unable to produce? Why did that make me a better person than they originally thought? All at once, I’m welcomed into society because I have a physical defect?
Strange.
Muse: Martha Kent
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 323