?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
26 July 2006 @ 12:14 am
Theatrical Muse: Week 135: Question 135  
Name: Dr. Sid Hammerback

Fandom: CSI: New York

Word Count: 599


Talk about something you inherited. (It could be an object, a physical attribute, a belief, etc.)


The human body is an interesting thing. Among the millions upon millions of people existing on the world at this moment, there are hundreds of variations in anything from skin tone, to eye colour, to hair colour, to the size of their hands and feet. Identical twins and triplets, and so on, aside, not one person’s DNA is the same, something which means, that, no matter how much we try to look alike, we are grasping at an unachievable goal. It is simply amazing, really it is, to imagine all the splendid differences that our bodies cause us to have.

I have inherited many, many things, from the world around me. I have life experiences galore, and the scars, and gradually greying hair, to prove it. I enjoy all the memories that my life has given me, and I am grateful for them, but, sometimes, just sometimes, I wish that there were things that I could put out of my mind. I wish that I could keep these things out of my mind, and, then when I want to, bring them back again, at a point where I was ready to deal with them. Unfortunately, and a good deal of thankfully, life isn’t that easy.

Before I met my wife, I was still a genius, but I was definitely different. Marianne, was greatly intelligent as well, but she was also beautiful, and, because of this, she had learned to find, and keep, a balance, between brain and beauty. Whereas I was a geek, fulltime, she could switch it on and off without hesitation, because she knew the value of popularity to a young girl, as well as doing well in school. In knowing these two things to be important, she used the two groups of knowledge to her advantage. It was spectacular to watch, believe me, it was absolutely exquisite.

I miss that intelligence and beauty, truly I do. We could be having a conversation about theoretical physics in Star Trek, one moment, and the next, she had me bent over the kitchen table, spanking me with a wooden spoon. She matched my degree of bizarreness and intelligence, and matched it, as well as challenged it, with her own quirky, smart, way of being. From her, I inherited love, as well as a lifelong partner, and without her, I am lonely, so, precisely, lonely. I spent over half of my life with her, and, to have such a great friend, and partner, gone, in the blink of an eye, along with my two sons, provides a disgustingly heart and gut wrenching feeling. However, along with love and a partner, I inherited hope and forgiveness, from her, and they are a few, of the many things, that allow me to go on. Without her, I would have known nothing of the great enjoyment and excitement I could find in life, but, even though I have had, and, unfortunately, lost her, I am all the better for it. I am not happy that she died, especially with the circumstances that she died under, but I am happy, truly happy, that I had her for as long as I did. Her company, Marianne’s company, was all I never needed, and all I ever wanted, and without her, I do feel sad, but I also know that life has more to offer than just continuous depression. I keep going, because of this, because of all of the things that she has given me, and that I have inherited from her, and I will keep on doing so until the very day I die.
 
 
Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: One More Time - Daft Punk