Well, it finally happened. The climax of my life, the pinnacle of my being, the really big hill of the volume (volume?), me bloweding up.
I didn’t want it to happen, God (in a metaphorical sense, metaphorical God knows there is no God) knows that. But I couldn’t help it. My pre-menstrual like emotions got the best of me, and not only could I not control my deep, thought-provoking, emotional emotions, but I couldn’t control my bombiness, either!
Sylar was right, I was the villain! Oh cruel fate, what a sense of irony you have, that I, Peter, the most caring, loving, whiney individual in this waking world, turns out to be the one who destroys everything. I have always been one for destroying my own life, but the lives of others? Hmmmm, maybe I’d like that too, but I didn’t want to find out!
After Hiro killed Sylar (which was too bad, he was one sexy guy), he went away to some feudal Japanese time for some reason. I was left alone, with no one to stop my impending explosory explosion. But then it happened….big bro! He was going to stop me! He went from villain to hero, in a stereotypically redeeming fashion that seems to happen in many television shows! Imagine that!
He flew me up to the sky. I wasn’t going to blowed up innocent people. Instead, I blowed up my brother. Flaming Nathan chunks flew across the sky like fireworks. Yet another person close to me dead. I am cursed! Cursed!
But maybe this is signal for change. After all, after huge emotional climaxes, changes often occur. In TV shows, anyways. Maybe, instead of wallowing pain and heartbreak, I’ll celebrate Nathan’s death! And hey, as I landed on the ground, it looked like that sexy guy Sylar survived, as his body was missing and a manhole cover opened. Good for him! Is this the beginning of a new Peter?
Who am I kidding?! My emotions are too shattered for that! I killed someone I loved! And I loved Nathan! Loved him like a girlfriend! Death. Flaming Nathan Chunks. Season one over. Such is Peter.
Normally, I would say keep the loving me like a girlfriend to yourself; but death takes the worry out of political bombs, no pun intended.
As a side note, if there was a girlfriend in our relationship it was you not me.
Well, I have to go…I have to figure out how to participate in a gladiator game while in a state of limbo. Love you
I wept-nay, I sobbed when you and your brother went BOOM!
Then I thought of something about you. Was the blowing up some sort of symbolic act or metephor?
They say people who are very emotional and are caretakers are
vulnerable to illnesses and mental break-downs.
Is this what you were trying to tell the world? Was this a visual warning? Maybe you were telling people
“Relax and care for yourself or you will glow and blow up!”
Well, was it? if not, you and your ghostly brother better return!
Peter, I miss you!
Sure, you have delusions and you cry more than I do. Yet I feel your lack of presence more than Nathan’s.
BTW, is he with a blonde floozy again? You tell him his wife wants him home!
Hi honey. You are the only woman for me. I swear…I’m in purgatory. I’m working on an escape.
Purgatory? Is that like Club Med?
Your mama called today. She wanted to know if I had Prince Albert in a can.
What is wrong with her?