Disclaimers: Same as "Am I The Only One....". Don't sue, I have NO
MONEY!!!!!!! I am only utilizing your personnel for fun. No money will be
earned!!!
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It's
been three years since I've seen them.
I get letters once and a while; you
know, the obligatory "Well,
it's been a busy year..." kind.
I like to refer
to them as mail bombs. They seem to destroy my
semblance of a life once I've
opened them.
Baby pictures and birthday parties.
So far, there's been very
little change on my compass. It
still points north. Numerous experiments have
failed to act
as a catalyst.
It's really starting to annoy me, you know.
I
want kids. I want someone to wake up to everyday. I want
to be a grandfather
some day.
Jean-Luc told me once that in some cultures, people believe
that
when the gods want to punish them, they answer their
prayers.
I still think
a lightning bolt in the backside would have
been sufficient.
To be honest,
the field isn't as open as it once was. The
constraints of captaincy, I
suppose. I've met some nice
ones, but none that made me want to rent the
Waldorf for
the reception.
I finally gave in and discussed this with our
ship's counselor,
Andrew Donahoe. i told him that it just wasn't fair. He
tells me
that life is never fair, and perhaps it's good for the most part
that it's not. How else would we know how to appreciate what
we have?
Well,
up yours, Andrew. Like I didn't already know that.
I've had enough loss and
disappointment. I want
something...someone to appreciate.
Don't get me
wrong. I love my job. Hell, right now it's all
I've got. The problem is that
it's just not enough.
I need more.
I'm so alone it hurts. I go to my
quarters to sleep and
that's it. There are times when I just don't bother; I
sleep
on the couch in my office. My quarters really are just a waste
of
space. If there was someone to go home to, I'd use
them, but what's the
point?
I'm so very tired of fighting, especially this particular lost
cause. I just wish it would all go away. I don't think I can
take this any
more.
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