Originally posted by Cookiesmom:
I'm getting to where I'd like to knock some sense into Clark's head.
Me too. It's not that I don't feel sorry for Clark. I don't doubt that he has been through something horrible, and that he has horrified himself by something he has done by accident. On top of this Clark is carrying the existential burden of knowing, or at least believing, that he is forever a stranger in a strange land and the only one of his kind.
For all of that, I, too, would like to slap some sense into Clark. Clark, I have a diagnosis for you. You are sulking.
Mom turned around and noticed me, her face filling with delight. She set her dish aside and stepped forward to hug me. But I had set up rules against even my parents touching me—out of guilt, out of worry, out of sadness . . . or maybe something else.
This "something else" you are talking about is sulking, Clark. You are punishing yourself because you feel bad. But then you just have to punish other people too because you yourself are feeling bad. That's sulking. And it means that you are being stubborn. Clark, you aren't being very mature. I do feel sorry for you, I know you have been through something horrible, but your behaviour now isn't helping.
But, aha! Clark decided against irradiating himself with the shard this night, so that he could save Lois on the
Prometheus as well as all the other passangers there the next morning if need be. Good, Clark! Now you are being mature and reasonable. Or maybe you are just falling in love? Hey, I'm not complaining!
Ann
