John Allerdyce

In order for me to be my usual contrary self and say the opposite of what all the rest of the X-sheep are saying, well, I'd have to say hooray for classes and homework and all the rest of the trappings of a pointlessly 'normal' life. But I can't, because there's a limit. So insert appropriate snarky comment here.

*grumble* This time of morning needs to be illegal. >.

I've been let out of Jail the medlabs. But I have to go back for more checkups over the next few days. Because there is nothing I enjoy more than repetitive dull boring annoying tests. No, really.

And now, I'm back in my room, my head is still sore, my hands and calves keep cramping and I'm very tired. If you want to talk to me, tough shit. Leave a note. If you wake me, they'll find your body in little bits under our lovely new ice-rink, some time next century. And now that we're all crystal-clear, I'm going to sleep.

Full of the joys of this festive time, yeah. That's me.

Tinsel and sparkling lights and fucking mistletoe, yeah, bring it all on, I'm Christmas Boy, right here.

...for those who have overdosed on the commercial wank-fest that is this lovely time of year, be aware of the immense amount of sarcasm in this post. I'm setting fire to the next stereo that I hear playing a Christmas Carol.

Just a friendly warning, of course.

oh, and Certain People can disappear all they like, doesn't stop them being bastards.

If any of you were wondering, he's cool. I stopped by, had a little chat, and he's cool, we're cool, the whole fucking world is cool.

You can therefore stop worrying now. I took care of things.

So. School. Class. Study. People. Life. Pretending that we're normal or that this is normal or that's what happened can just be avoided or forgotten or swept under the fucking carpet, because we're all a bunch of chicken shits.

Fortunately, there's at least one person who's entertaining.

Well, he tries.

And I always like a try-er.

I'm bored.

When are we going to Scotland again?

However, some people can adjust just fine to change.

Though much is taken, much abides, and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

I'm ready for my closeup.

So. You probably think you have it all. Nice mansion, cable, more money than Bill Gates and more advanced technology than Apple. You've even got that whole saving the world martyr complex down pat.

Good for you.

But really, you think all this do good shit is gonna work? All of you could sacrifice yourselves for the Great and Noble cause of Protecting Mankind From Themselves, but in the end it's not going to matter. In the same way, some of you have bothered asking me why I left, or why I'm not back. And yeah, I'll be the first to admit there are some things about the mansion I miss, some more than others, but I am no-one's bitch and I am not about to run along because someone calls me. Especially when I don't think it'd mean shit anyway.

So this is why I left. Why I'm not coming back is a completely different story. (No, I'm not putting it in an LJ cut. Fuck the LJ cut.)

Humans tend to hate that which they fear, or can't understand. They define anything different as suspicious, hostile or threating to their own way of life. Ask any queer or black or woman, really. I don't need to go into a long and potted history of man's inhumanity to man. It's a cycle. Can't be broken. (And yeah, I learnt that in World History 101 - thanks Storm.) So really, talking about peace is nice, and good and wonderful and all but sitting around and making daisy chains while waiting for Heaven on earth to descend is just gonna leave you disappointed.
And probably pushing up those daisies, as the deadhead normals will take one look at our pacifism and finish the job Stryker started.

I mean, you really think he's the only normal out there who's got nothing better to do than hate? Fuck it, we have the right - I have the right - to protect myself, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. In some ways, this is like freaking Anthropology in the making: Neanderthals were here before Homo Sapiens, but Homo Sapiens wiped them out because they could better adapt to their environment, seek out new sources of food, build, learn, whatever. What's the fucking difference here? Homo Sapiens is history; we might as well let them be history and fade into the past. No-one's going to shed any tears. We're better than they are; we can adapt the environment and us, do things that seem like magic and acts of God to them.

This is our world as much as it theirs, no, more. Because we're the ones who're gonna be here when they've all died, and if they die now at least they won't take that many of us out with them.

I heard what happened to Dr. Grey.

I'm actually sorry.

But that's all I have to say right now.