Prompt #1: "Who are you?"
Jun. 17th, 2007 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2007-06-18 12:22 am (UTC)Hahahahaha, oh gawd! That'd be hysterical!
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Date: 2007-06-18 12:26 am (UTC)It would be.
And now I'm for some reason envisioning a Motown remake of "Bambi" called "The Bam" where the deer actually do that.
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Date: 2007-06-18 12:29 am (UTC)YES. Alex has an animator friend that would probably be up for making something like that!
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Date: 2007-06-18 12:31 am (UTC)Oh GOD, if they want to make it I can probably help finance it. XD
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Date: 2007-06-18 12:33 am (UTC)Awesome!
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Date: 2007-06-18 12:35 am (UTC)It'll certainly be interesting! XD
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Date: 2007-06-18 12:51 am (UTC)XD Okay, your sense of humor is top-notch!
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Date: 2007-06-18 12:53 am (UTC)Thanks! Next paycheck, I might get a spider plant, too. ;D
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Date: 2007-06-18 02:05 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-06-18 02:09 am (UTC)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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