Catchup!
OOC: crossposted from theatrical_muse from Dec. 2, 2009.
Ah, it's been a while since I've done one of these.
Prompt 309: What have you forgotten?
Technically I can't forget anything. Everything I've ever experienced, all five billion years or so of it, is permanently recorded, both in my own memory and in the shared memory accessible to the entire Q Continuum. So if I ever did manage to forget something, I'm sure my fellows would remind me tout suite.
There are things I don't want to remember, but the only way I have to not remember them is to not think about them. Mind you, I'm perfectly capable of doing that. There are undoubtedly several million things right now that I'm choosing not to think about. If I wanted to recollect them, they would be there, but as long as I choose not to think about it, I'm effectively forgetting them.
Of course to tell you what any of them are, I'd have to think about them, and then I'd remember them, and if I'm choosing not to remember them I'm pretty sure I don't want to do that.
Prompt 304: What are you hiding from?
The things I'm choosing not to remember, of course. Isn't everyone?
Prompt 310: What do you do when you don't understand someone?
I'll admit that there's a difference between knowing and understanding. I may know everything, but I confess it, I don't understand everything. For instance, no matter how many times Q tries to explain it to me, I don't understand monogamy. I mean, yes, I understand, cleave to only one other for so long as you shall live, et cetera, et cetera, but why does anyone think this is a good idea? In particular, why was it Q kept trying to sell me on the concept (at least, while we were still together)? (And why did she run around telling so many of my mortal acquaintances that I was in a monogamous relationship with her? I never told her I wasn't going to have sex with other beings, and if she says otherwise, she's a liar.)
If I don't understand a Q, I can choose to immerse myself in their perspective, either by joining with them or by reviewing their memories with the self-filter turned off so that for the time I'm reviewing the memory I'm living it as if it happened to me. But to be completely honest, I have never felt such a profound need to understand another Q as to bother doing any of this. I mean, we're all in the same Continuum together, so they should have as much reason to accomodate my point of view as I do theirs, and since they outnumber me I think it's incumbent on them to try to grasp where I'm coming from; after all it would be far more work for me to attempt to understand every other Q in the Continuum than it would be for each of them to just attempt to understand me.
If I don't understand a mortal, I usually perform an experiment (or two, or twenty-seven, or ten thousand and thirty-three) to get a better concept of whatever it is I don't understand about them (if, indeed, I think it's worth understanding. For instance, I will never grasp why the Ferengi are so obsessed with a liquid, highly dense, extremely shiny metal to the point where they will practically sell themselves into slavery to obtain more of it, but I will also never grasp why I should care, so I'm not planning to perform any studies of Ferengi and their avaricious need for more and more latinum any time soon.)
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek (TNG and VOY)
Ah, it's been a while since I've done one of these.
Prompt 309: What have you forgotten?
Technically I can't forget anything. Everything I've ever experienced, all five billion years or so of it, is permanently recorded, both in my own memory and in the shared memory accessible to the entire Q Continuum. So if I ever did manage to forget something, I'm sure my fellows would remind me tout suite.
There are things I don't want to remember, but the only way I have to not remember them is to not think about them. Mind you, I'm perfectly capable of doing that. There are undoubtedly several million things right now that I'm choosing not to think about. If I wanted to recollect them, they would be there, but as long as I choose not to think about it, I'm effectively forgetting them.
Of course to tell you what any of them are, I'd have to think about them, and then I'd remember them, and if I'm choosing not to remember them I'm pretty sure I don't want to do that.
Prompt 304: What are you hiding from?
The things I'm choosing not to remember, of course. Isn't everyone?
Prompt 310: What do you do when you don't understand someone?
I'll admit that there's a difference between knowing and understanding. I may know everything, but I confess it, I don't understand everything. For instance, no matter how many times Q tries to explain it to me, I don't understand monogamy. I mean, yes, I understand, cleave to only one other for so long as you shall live, et cetera, et cetera, but why does anyone think this is a good idea? In particular, why was it Q kept trying to sell me on the concept (at least, while we were still together)? (And why did she run around telling so many of my mortal acquaintances that I was in a monogamous relationship with her? I never told her I wasn't going to have sex with other beings, and if she says otherwise, she's a liar.)
If I don't understand a Q, I can choose to immerse myself in their perspective, either by joining with them or by reviewing their memories with the self-filter turned off so that for the time I'm reviewing the memory I'm living it as if it happened to me. But to be completely honest, I have never felt such a profound need to understand another Q as to bother doing any of this. I mean, we're all in the same Continuum together, so they should have as much reason to accomodate my point of view as I do theirs, and since they outnumber me I think it's incumbent on them to try to grasp where I'm coming from; after all it would be far more work for me to attempt to understand every other Q in the Continuum than it would be for each of them to just attempt to understand me.
If I don't understand a mortal, I usually perform an experiment (or two, or twenty-seven, or ten thousand and thirty-three) to get a better concept of whatever it is I don't understand about them (if, indeed, I think it's worth understanding. For instance, I will never grasp why the Ferengi are so obsessed with a liquid, highly dense, extremely shiny metal to the point where they will practically sell themselves into slavery to obtain more of it, but I will also never grasp why I should care, so I'm not planning to perform any studies of Ferengi and their avaricious need for more and more latinum any time soon.)
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek (TNG and VOY)