[IF] APRIL C - "Are you ever satisfied?"
Apr. 13th, 2007 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
human_blueprintI think the polite term for it is ‘perfectionist,’ but to put it honestly I’m almost impossible to please. Satisfied...I never did know the meaning of the word, not really. All my life I’ve been struggling for better, for greater things. First I wanted to grow up and take care of myself and I did. Then I wanted to go to school and be the best, so I was. Then I wanted to be the top in my field, and I was.
Now...all the goals, the battles, they don’t exist anymore. There’s only one thing I care about, and that’s getting to Panama. But still, even those goals grew. Linc’s happiness became a factor after he met Kate, and now she’s gone...again. It’s got him down, but he’s oddly hopeful...not really saying why, but I think he’ll tell me when he’s had a little time to adjust to her being gone again. At least I hope so.
Then there’s Rachel Gibson.
It’s been a while now, and we still have yet to meet face to face. I’ve only ever glimpsed her on the street as I sped past, and for a long time we’ve only known each other by anonymous email accounts and a few briefly exchanged instant messages.
But the more I talk to her, the more I start to trust her.
And the more I start to trust her...the more I want to meet her, to know her.
Like I said...I’m impossible to please. I guess it’s just one of the pitfalls of perfection.
Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 262
Now...all the goals, the battles, they don’t exist anymore. There’s only one thing I care about, and that’s getting to Panama. But still, even those goals grew. Linc’s happiness became a factor after he met Kate, and now she’s gone...again. It’s got him down, but he’s oddly hopeful...not really saying why, but I think he’ll tell me when he’s had a little time to adjust to her being gone again. At least I hope so.
Then there’s Rachel Gibson.
It’s been a while now, and we still have yet to meet face to face. I’ve only ever glimpsed her on the street as I sped past, and for a long time we’ve only known each other by anonymous email accounts and a few briefly exchanged instant messages.
But the more I talk to her, the more I start to trust her.
And the more I start to trust her...the more I want to meet her, to know her.
Like I said...I’m impossible to please. I guess it’s just one of the pitfalls of perfection.
Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 262
