Why Me?
"Green grass breaks through snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool."
-Apollo, AKA my dad
I've been at Camp Half-Blood for about three weeks now. Everything was a little overwhelming at first, but I think I'm getting the hang of camp life. Actually, it's all pretty cool.
The one thing that really gets me is the fact that my dad is the sun god, Apollo (also the god of the arts and medicine). I just can't accept that. I realize that it makes sense, since my talents lie in art and I've always planned on being a doctor. I like creating beauty and I enjoy the satisfaction of helping others. However, personality-wise, my resemblance to Apollo is zero.
From what I've heard about him, he seems like a complete idiot. Granted, the people I hear stuff from aren't exactly friends of his (I talked to some Hunters of Artemis who had met him), but they didn't seem the type of people to lie.
I don't joke around much, and I'm very solemn and quiet. I keep to myself and I'm a loner. I'm bad at socializing with others and making small talk, because I find it pointless to waste my words on others unless it's absolutely necessary. I like silence.
Apollo, on the other hand, seems like a real joker. I've heard some of his horrible, egotistical poems, and they make me ashamed to be related to him. I can't believe that APOLLO could mess up haikus. HAIKUS! Haikus are the easiest type of poem in the world. Little grade-school kids can write perfectly nice haikus, but the god of the arts can't? What is wrong with him?
I think I may come off as a little snobby for looking down on my godly parent and calling him stupid, but in my mind, it makes perfect sense. I mean, he is kind of moronic. If not, he's at least immature. And impulsive.
I am completely alone in this. No one can relate to my feelings of misplacement about my god parent. All of my half-siblings are content with having Apollo as their dad: they don't care about his intelligence level. As for all of the other campers, well, they fit in perfectly with their cabin and its corresponding deity.
The worst thing is, if it's only me who's unsatisfied with my parent, then it stands to reason that the problem most likely lies with ME and not Apollo. I'm seriously confused here. I'm having an identity crisis, but no one can help me. No one is able to understand my confusion.
I just have to ask, why, of all people, is it me who's the daughter of Apollo and the one who has his very special gift of healing and intuition (intuition is a more weaker form of the power of prophecy). Of all his many children, why me?
"There once was a goddess from Sparta…"
-Apollo, the Indecipherable