Author Notes: A very short two part character study future fic, in a little pocket universe apart from the two others in the Puff Everlasting series and Legwarmers (which could be considered the future of ITW). Why? Blossom is actually my least favorite PPG but somehow this seemed to suit her. At least, how I see her character...
Are you there God? It's me, Blossom...
My therapist said I should start to keep a journal to support what she calls 'emotional venting'.
Since my strength lays in facts and figures rather than the pursuit of artist prose, she also suggested I write said journal in a letter format...
And well, you were the only one I could think of..to write to, I mean.
I don't know why, I've never been particularly religious, and goodness knows I lose all ability to put multi-symbolic vocabulary into the proper and graceful grammatically correct usage it deserves to be handled with when under pressure...
And talking to you would be considered extreme pressure on anyone, wouldn't it? Most of all if you truly exist...
But you must be real, right?
Logically, if the forces of evil are so highly evolved that they embody living form in Him, there must be a force just as good balancing out the unspoken laws of being, mustn't there?
If you had a body God, would you be called "Her"? Since you are suppose to have made everything and given birth to evolution?
Was Mary your surrogate?
Are you on talking terms with Him?
(If I were you I would seriously reconsider ever putting Him on Christmas card list level, he doesn't seem like the type who would appreciate it.)
Oh, I'm sorry! What was I thinking, you probably have bigger troubles to attend to than my silly questions in a journal that lacks any sort of style three fourths of the time, and has too many run on sentences the remainder of the time.
What was I thinking even starting this?
Bubbles is the one with all of the artistic talent after all.
She can make a letter to the sales department of Popular Science in the name of the Professor read like an epic poem by Milton.
I once heard even Mojo crying over a piece she had doodled on a wanted poster.
Bubbles should be writing this... But she's not is she?
Oh well...I guess I should start this over again with the therapy exercises in mind...No pressure..clean consciousness...no need to impress, just write simply...
Simple, I can do simple. I've done it before..not well, but I have...
I have to do this right..No, there's that keyword again. No such thing as purely right..I have to just do this...
Well, God, you probably already know this, since you were in theory there when I was made, but I am fourteen.
Unlike my sisters, I graduated from college when I was nine, and now use my extra time not set aside for the revival of dead languages to dedicate my energies fully to fighting crime.
No, no I know what you are going to say, I'm not ungrateful, I'm not feeling burdened at all.
I'm very satisfied with my position in life and the extra solo time to hone my powers the girls school hours provide.
The fact of the matter is...work is the only thing that I feel I can depend on anymore.
It sounds so weird when I even see it here on the computer screen..like someone else is typing.
But it is me, Blossom, me , the leader of the group known as the Powerpuff Girls...
The lone super heroine group that has been the roll of shiny pink duct tape keeping our city of Townsville together for nine long years now...saying that work is all I really believe in anymore.
Yes, I guess, even a bit more than I believe in you, to be very truthful.
I use to believe in myself...my self..more than anything, but that was before...
God... why?
Why don't our bodies ever age?
