Theatrical Muse 324 - If you, as a child, could see yourself now, what do you think you would say?
Doyle looked at the question neatly typed on the familiar cream card and sighed before clicking open the laptop, opening a template document addressed to his counsellor and starting to type.
“Didn’t you ask me this before, a couple of years ago? I think I remember parts of the answer I sent to you then. Now I come to think about it, wasn’t I supposed to write a letter to my child self that time?
(I understood my mother a bit better, after writing that one - or I thought I did. There’s no way to prepare someone for what happened to me; it’s not as if I could have done anything to avoid it and she didn’t even know if it was going to be necessary.)
I may have been thinking more as if I was writing to a teenager when I answered that one, anyway. A child would be more like a third grader, or maybe a bit younger. I think at that age I’d have been more interested in the laptop than anything else.
If he realised we were in America he’d have a hundred questions, (probably starting with whether I was a cowboy! He’d have a lot more to ask if I told him I’ve been a detective. Then I’d have to start lying, or at least leaving things out. If I told him I’d worked with a vampire he’d never believe another word I said, and I wouldn’t be able to tell him about most of the cases.)
I guess I’d be telling him almost anything I could think of to fend him off from realising that we were in the future, or from wondering too much about who I am. The truth is, though, that as kid I might have thought being a detective in America would be really cool.
I was a clever child. I wonder if I could somehow get him to memorise some lottery numbers with the associated dates? No, better not to go there."
Muse; Doyle.
Fandom, Angel the series.
Words, 321
“Didn’t you ask me this before, a couple of years ago? I think I remember parts of the answer I sent to you then. Now I come to think about it, wasn’t I supposed to write a letter to my child self that time?
(I understood my mother a bit better, after writing that one - or I thought I did. There’s no way to prepare someone for what happened to me; it’s not as if I could have done anything to avoid it and she didn’t even know if it was going to be necessary.)
I may have been thinking more as if I was writing to a teenager when I answered that one, anyway. A child would be more like a third grader, or maybe a bit younger. I think at that age I’d have been more interested in the laptop than anything else.
If he realised we were in America he’d have a hundred questions, (probably starting with whether I was a cowboy! He’d have a lot more to ask if I told him I’ve been a detective. Then I’d have to start lying, or at least leaving things out. If I told him I’d worked with a vampire he’d never believe another word I said, and I wouldn’t be able to tell him about most of the cases.)
I guess I’d be telling him almost anything I could think of to fend him off from realising that we were in the future, or from wondering too much about who I am. The truth is, though, that as kid I might have thought being a detective in America would be really cool.
I was a clever child. I wonder if I could somehow get him to memorise some lottery numbers with the associated dates? No, better not to go there."
Muse; Doyle.
Fandom, Angel the series.
Words, 321