Norah: Friendship
Jun. 9th, 2008 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starrikaTitle: Friendship (Norah)
Fandom: Sky High
Claim: None
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG
Summary: Norah Gregory doesn't want to be a hero.
Warnings: None
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever had a true opinion of a person in my life. Even when I was little, the empathy was there, influencing who I liked and who I didn’t.
It’s hard to hate someone when they’re truly nice. It’s also hard to like someone when all you can sense is jealously.
When I was little, it wasn’t as strong. The empathy wasn’t even noticeable, it was more like subconscious thought – it was almost as if I had a choice.
But as I got older, the empathy grew, the small stirrings of telepathy following. I can’t imagine how my mother retained her sanity. How do you trust anyone when you can hear their private thoughts?
I guess that’s why I don’t have many friends. It’s hard to not feel intrusive when I already know what they’re feeling, even before they speak. It’s hard to explain that sometimes, I can’t help invade their privacy and that it truly is beyond my control. The emotional powers have always been notoriously hard to master.
And pretty much good for nothing. But I don’t want to be a superhero or a sidekick, anyway.
Not that I have much of a choice.
So I’ve got my small group of friends – Amanda and Sean, and Jessica, too, when she’s not avoiding the fights, and it’s not like anyone’s mean to me. Pretty much everyone in hero support is nice. It’s the whole we’re-not-the-popular-kids thing, I guess.
But I still wonder. Are my friends my own, or are they simply the only people my empathy makes it easy to be around?
Fandom: Sky High
Claim: None
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG
Summary: Norah Gregory doesn't want to be a hero.
Warnings: None
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever had a true opinion of a person in my life. Even when I was little, the empathy was there, influencing who I liked and who I didn’t.
It’s hard to hate someone when they’re truly nice. It’s also hard to like someone when all you can sense is jealously.
When I was little, it wasn’t as strong. The empathy wasn’t even noticeable, it was more like subconscious thought – it was almost as if I had a choice.
But as I got older, the empathy grew, the small stirrings of telepathy following. I can’t imagine how my mother retained her sanity. How do you trust anyone when you can hear their private thoughts?
I guess that’s why I don’t have many friends. It’s hard to not feel intrusive when I already know what they’re feeling, even before they speak. It’s hard to explain that sometimes, I can’t help invade their privacy and that it truly is beyond my control. The emotional powers have always been notoriously hard to master.
And pretty much good for nothing. But I don’t want to be a superhero or a sidekick, anyway.
Not that I have much of a choice.
So I’ve got my small group of friends – Amanda and Sean, and Jessica, too, when she’s not avoiding the fights, and it’s not like anyone’s mean to me. Pretty much everyone in hero support is nice. It’s the whole we’re-not-the-popular-kids thing, I guess.
But I still wonder. Are my friends my own, or are they simply the only people my empathy makes it easy to be around?