: Old Medicine, it's down right barbaric! Dialisis, Chemotherapy, drillin' holes in peoples heads, it's like the Goddamn Spanish Inquisition! It's in my blood to save people, but it ain't in my stomach to save people with old medicine.
If I can avoid cutting into people I do. Doctors are suppose to heal people, not tear into them to look around. Everytime I go down to some underdeveloped planet I pray to God Jim doesn't get me injured. Just the thought of someone coming at me with tubes and scalpels is enough to make me sick.
: It is stupid of me. I should not be afriad of such childish things. I am Pavel Andrevich Chekov and they do not exist! Byaka's are make-believe. They are just from children's stories. Furry monsters hiding in the dark, hah! I am Ensign Chekov, youngest member of the bridge crew on Enterprise. I should not be afriad of such things.
I shouldn't, but I am. When I first heard the tale of the Byaka my mother threw a Tribble at me. It was just for dramatic effect...but still...I can not see a tribble without thinking of Byaka. Oh Russia, what did I do to deserve a fear of fluffy creatures?
: I'm bloody terrified of it, cannot lie to myself about it. Radiation poisoning has got to be the worst way to go. It's the only part of my job I don't like. That's how my instructor went, little crack in the containment chamber, never noticed it. He died a little bit more everyday, until he was just a mess of bones and barf. I will not go out that way, I'd end myself before it came to that.
: Phobia's are illogical. There should be no reason for me to fear any inatimate object so entirely. It is irrational and irrational is illogical. But I still find myself unable to climb trees. Vulcan, as it was, had no trees. None so large at any rate, nor so many different species.
The thought of climbing a tree, something will any number of untold organisms living it it, sends my mind into momentary chaos. There is a distinct possibility I could fall, or that my actions may be seen as threatening to any of the organisms inhabiting the tree. There is also the distinct possibility that I could get splinters in my hands.
And although I have tried, with a great deal of embarrassment, to explain to the Captain that a splinter in the hand would be similar to a splinter in the genetalia he sees no point for me to 'sit out' on this activity.
: One word: Parenthood. I don't think I'll be a good father. My stepdad treated me like shit and my dad died all of thirty seconds after I was born. He died a hero, how can I top that? And Frank...don't get me started. I know in theory that if I want to be a better dad than Frank all I've got to do is not act like him. But things work differently in theory than they do in practice.
But even though it scares me shitless, that some girl will come to me with surprise left over from a one night stand, I don't think I should be worrying so much. I don't see myself settling down long enough to have a family, and I don't think any girl would really want me as the father of their kid.
But still...