Dr. Michael S. Anders (
doctordominator) wrote2007-06-17 06:03 pm
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Prompt #1: "Who are you?"
Character: Michael Anders
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 407
I was really hoping that, about now, my answer to that would be different than it's turned out to be. When I planned out my life, people asking that question today were supposed to get the answer:
"Lieutenant Michael Anders, U.S. Navy, Top Gun."
I had it all worked out and it was going so smoothly, too. Summers at Aviation Challenge every year, NROTC, everything. I was go for launch.
But there's this joke I heard once. "How do you make God laugh?"
The answer: "Tell Him your plans."
I hadn't planned on a drunk driver when I was figuring my life out. I hadn't planned on encountering him while I was driving back to my dorm one night. I guess he was so drunk he thought he was a moth or something, because he went straight for my headlights. That night, he died and my life ended. At least, the life I'd planned for.
I was a Freshman at the time. I'd been so pleased with myself; going to college a year early and all. I guess it was lucky for me that I did, because the physical therapy took a year before I was even ready to go back to classes; instead of ending up behind, I was more or less right "on schedule." Just not any schedule I'd filled out. I was lucky. By graduation, I was able to walk up and receive my degree without any really noticeable limp.
My dreams of being a Navy pilot were ended, though. I'd recovered and I was even in damned good shape, but I couldn't pass the physical and no way would they let me play air-jockey in a multi-million-dollar plane. Fortunately, I'd found a new set of goals. It was my physical therapy that started it, along with the therapy I got to work through my feelings of loss and frustration. Post-trauma therapy fascinated me. I ended up majoring in Psychology instead of Aeronautics, and going to medical school after my graduation.
So now, here I am. I started my practice a year ago, and it's finally starting to go somewhere. And when people ask me that question, this is what they hear:
"Dr. Michael Anders, Psychiatrist."
That's not who I planned to be, but it's definitely who I am. And it turns out that it's more than enough.
And yes, there is another answer to that question... but that answer can't be given here.
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 407
I was really hoping that, about now, my answer to that would be different than it's turned out to be. When I planned out my life, people asking that question today were supposed to get the answer:
"Lieutenant Michael Anders, U.S. Navy, Top Gun."
I had it all worked out and it was going so smoothly, too. Summers at Aviation Challenge every year, NROTC, everything. I was go for launch.
But there's this joke I heard once. "How do you make God laugh?"
The answer: "Tell Him your plans."
I hadn't planned on a drunk driver when I was figuring my life out. I hadn't planned on encountering him while I was driving back to my dorm one night. I guess he was so drunk he thought he was a moth or something, because he went straight for my headlights. That night, he died and my life ended. At least, the life I'd planned for.
I was a Freshman at the time. I'd been so pleased with myself; going to college a year early and all. I guess it was lucky for me that I did, because the physical therapy took a year before I was even ready to go back to classes; instead of ending up behind, I was more or less right "on schedule." Just not any schedule I'd filled out. I was lucky. By graduation, I was able to walk up and receive my degree without any really noticeable limp.
My dreams of being a Navy pilot were ended, though. I'd recovered and I was even in damned good shape, but I couldn't pass the physical and no way would they let me play air-jockey in a multi-million-dollar plane. Fortunately, I'd found a new set of goals. It was my physical therapy that started it, along with the therapy I got to work through my feelings of loss and frustration. Post-trauma therapy fascinated me. I ended up majoring in Psychology instead of Aeronautics, and going to medical school after my graduation.
So now, here I am. I started my practice a year ago, and it's finally starting to go somewhere. And when people ask me that question, this is what they hear:
"Dr. Michael Anders, Psychiatrist."
That's not who I planned to be, but it's definitely who I am. And it turns out that it's more than enough.
And yes, there is another answer to that question... but that answer can't be given here.
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Oh GOD, if they want to make it I can probably help finance it. XD
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Awesome!
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It'll certainly be interesting! XD
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XD Okay, your sense of humor is top-notch!
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Thanks! Next paycheck, I might get a spider plant, too. ;D
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I am the model for his show, every last image. There are some that aren't on display, thank God, because they do show a little more than what Sharon and the gallery are comfortable with. So... just don't tell her it's me, please?
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No, not if it doesn't bother you. I mean hey, it'll be like, "Yeah, that sassy, cranky sub is all tied up and ON MY WALL! Muahahaha!" or something to that effect. ;D Somewhere, there must be a Shibari = Love bumpersticker and one day it will be mine... so long as my parents don't know about it!
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More like "Yeah, that really cool friend of mine who once called me Doctor Dweeb is on my wall but I'm not actually going to tell anybody that's who it is, muahahahahaha." :D
There's a place that will print custom bumper stickers.
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Ooooh, could be tempting!
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