Holding out for a hero...
I'm not locking this one. Because I really don't care if everyone else reads it.
Whenever I hear the word hero I automatically think of that Bonnie Tyler song "Holding out for a Hero". Then that leads to thinking about Footloose, and then Kevin Bacon. Then of course when I think of Kevin Bacon I have to play the Kevin Bacon game. But it really isn't that fun to play it with myself.
I digress. I'm sure since you are my shrink and all you'll get used to that. I've been told before that I use humor as a way to not have to deal with what my real issues are. The first time my Dad went to rehab he stayed clean for a while and had this whole idea that we all were going to get healthy and go see a therapist. So that we could get all of our issues out in the open. I think my Dad was clearly taken over by a pod-person during that time.
So you want to know who my hero is huh? Well, if you know me or don't know me you'd probably think that answer was pretty easy. That is if you were privileged enough to know that my best friend was a vampire slayer. For many years, the only slayer. Until Kendra came along and then Faith. But that is neither here nor there because I am going to talk about someone else.
That someone is probably going to be very uncomfortable with reading this. Probably because he is British. Those British people seem to always be getting all uncomfortable when you talk to them about feelings. And if I didn't really have to write this I probably wouldn't.
Sorry Capt. Peroxide, just because I said British doesn't mean that I am talking about you. Me calling you my hero would probably be as likely as you calling me yours.
Cue the applause, cue the "come on down" music, because Giles you are my hero. Now don't skip by this and don't take your glasses off and start to clean them because they are probably clean enough for you to wait until you are done reading.
There are lots of reasons why the G-man is a hero to me. I'm not going to explain them all, just put some of the big ones out there.
Over time Giles became a father type figure to not only Buff, but also me and Wills. There were quite a few nights when it was too late to call Buff or Will's house and I had to knock on Giles door. Because either my Dad had kicked me out for either doing something stupid or he thought that I had done something stupid. Or he was just way too trashed for me to be around.
Most people if they move to a foreign country for a job and they lose their job they'd go back home. Not Giles. When the council fired him from being Buff's watcher he stayed.
When Will was trying to end the world when she went all black-eyed and veiny it was really him that saved us all. Not me. He knew that she would try and drain his magic that the coven had given to him. That's why he stayed close by. That was the good kind of happy magick that made Will realize that she was doing something really stupid. It was just coincidence that I was the first person to get to her.
The last thing is something that I never like to admit. I'm jealous of people that are smarter then me. And that's pretty much everybody. Giles is really smart and he always pretty much knows just what to do. I used to love to go to him for advice when I was younger, just 'cause he never tried to tell you exactly what to do. He would always just subtly point you in the right direction and say, 'that is your decision.'
There you have it.
Whenever I hear the word hero I automatically think of that Bonnie Tyler song "Holding out for a Hero". Then that leads to thinking about Footloose, and then Kevin Bacon. Then of course when I think of Kevin Bacon I have to play the Kevin Bacon game. But it really isn't that fun to play it with myself.
I digress. I'm sure since you are my shrink and all you'll get used to that. I've been told before that I use humor as a way to not have to deal with what my real issues are. The first time my Dad went to rehab he stayed clean for a while and had this whole idea that we all were going to get healthy and go see a therapist. So that we could get all of our issues out in the open. I think my Dad was clearly taken over by a pod-person during that time.
So you want to know who my hero is huh? Well, if you know me or don't know me you'd probably think that answer was pretty easy. That is if you were privileged enough to know that my best friend was a vampire slayer. For many years, the only slayer. Until Kendra came along and then Faith. But that is neither here nor there because I am going to talk about someone else.
That someone is probably going to be very uncomfortable with reading this. Probably because he is British. Those British people seem to always be getting all uncomfortable when you talk to them about feelings. And if I didn't really have to write this I probably wouldn't.
Sorry Capt. Peroxide, just because I said British doesn't mean that I am talking about you. Me calling you my hero would probably be as likely as you calling me yours.
Cue the applause, cue the "come on down" music, because Giles you are my hero. Now don't skip by this and don't take your glasses off and start to clean them because they are probably clean enough for you to wait until you are done reading.
There are lots of reasons why the G-man is a hero to me. I'm not going to explain them all, just put some of the big ones out there.
Over time Giles became a father type figure to not only Buff, but also me and Wills. There were quite a few nights when it was too late to call Buff or Will's house and I had to knock on Giles door. Because either my Dad had kicked me out for either doing something stupid or he thought that I had done something stupid. Or he was just way too trashed for me to be around.
Most people if they move to a foreign country for a job and they lose their job they'd go back home. Not Giles. When the council fired him from being Buff's watcher he stayed.
When Will was trying to end the world when she went all black-eyed and veiny it was really him that saved us all. Not me. He knew that she would try and drain his magic that the coven had given to him. That's why he stayed close by. That was the good kind of happy magick that made Will realize that she was doing something really stupid. It was just coincidence that I was the first person to get to her.
The last thing is something that I never like to admit. I'm jealous of people that are smarter then me. And that's pretty much everybody. Giles is really smart and he always pretty much knows just what to do. I used to love to go to him for advice when I was younger, just 'cause he never tried to tell you exactly what to do. He would always just subtly point you in the right direction and say, 'that is your decision.'
There you have it.