A/N: This is just a little journal I wrote last year in my World Lit class to the prompt 'Why'. Of course, all I could come up with was something Doctor Who related. :))
Why?
They tell me he's not real.
They say he's imaginary.
But they don't understand- why can't they understand that he isn't just a figure of my insane imagination?
He's out there somewhere, traversing the Milky Way and fighting alien monarchies. He's charming princesses and making little children laugh. I haven't seen him, but seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing. My parents think it's some weird fantasy, a delusion of my insane mind. Why can't they see? Don't they understand? They don't. They can never understand. To be frank, they're too old. They are too old, too busy. They are too mature to lower themselves to my level, to see what I see, to hear what I hear. They are too 'wise' to have a little fun once in a while, to take part in my 'tea party' fantasies of the lovable alien that flies through time and space in his big, blue, ancient box. They don't understand my want to be in London for Christmas, or my desire to lead a search party for a blue Police Box in Great Britain. Don't they realize this is what I do in my free time? Can't they see that my life isn't as interesting as my inner day dreams make it out to be? Why don't they share my urge to meet the Doctor? The mysterious man, young on the outside but so, so old on the inside, who saves the universe a million times over- not because it's his job, but because he wants to. He wants to help us, no matter how insignificant the human civilization seems to be. He saves us, because he misses his home, the lost planet of Gallifrey. To him, humans aren't as insignificant as they seem. To him, we are brilliant. We are brilliant with our emotions, our feelings, and even with our small knowledge capacity. Why can't they see how wonderful he is? Have they forgotten the deeds he's done for us, the times he's saved us, over and over again? Have we all? What would our world be like without the magnificent Doctor there to save the day? Why do we forget what makes us us?
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By the way, if anyone is interested(probably not) I have a blog that I started a while ago but only recently started writing in it called "The Blog Without a Name." Fun fact, that blog name is apparently really popular. I couldn't recall the url for my blog, so I kept typing in stuff close to the blog without a name, but I got about three different blogs called The Blog Without a Name. And here I thought I was being original. *shakes head in shame* Anywho, the website is ambers nameless .com. If you want to visit my blog(or become a follower hint, hint insert winky face) then you have to ignore the spaces and put periods for the (dots), etc, etc.
Hope you enjoyed this little drabble! Anyone one interested in reading some other Doctor Who fanfics, feel free to visit my profile. I write a lot of DoctorWhump, so be aware. :) Tchao!
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