Avoidance..
For a long time, I tried to avoid being a Klingon. As silly as it sounds, its true. The ridges on my forehead, the taunting by other kids, the incessant insistence by my mother with all things Klingon, it all got too much.
I tried to cover my head, and when the other kids teased me, I hit back with the best thing I knew, force, I lashed out, hit them, and lost any friends I had. So I remained alone.
For years I struggled with my Klingon heritage, trying to shrug of the responsibilities of what it is to be a Klingon. But, when the Vidiians captured me, and split my DNA into my human side and my Klingon side, I realised that I need my Klingon half, just as much as she needs me. We compliment each other, we each have different skills and weaknesses, and I don’t feel the need to hide her from the rest of the galaxy any more.
Although hard to control, and manage, I have come to understand her a little more, and above all trust her. And most importantly I have stopped trying to avoid being a Klingon and instead, embrace it.
I tried to cover my head, and when the other kids teased me, I hit back with the best thing I knew, force, I lashed out, hit them, and lost any friends I had. So I remained alone.
For years I struggled with my Klingon heritage, trying to shrug of the responsibilities of what it is to be a Klingon. But, when the Vidiians captured me, and split my DNA into my human side and my Klingon side, I realised that I need my Klingon half, just as much as she needs me. We compliment each other, we each have different skills and weaknesses, and I don’t feel the need to hide her from the rest of the galaxy any more.
Although hard to control, and manage, I have come to understand her a little more, and above all trust her. And most importantly I have stopped trying to avoid being a Klingon and instead, embrace it.