pakled wrote:
Actually, I'm more Reg Barclay...
One of my personal favorite characters from Star Trek. I'll watch any episode he's in as often as they want to rerun 'em.
But Data, too, has that familiar quality, or rather a familiar situation. They were playing a very old one yesterday and I got more irritated the more I saw. Not just because most of them couldn't act if the ship depended on it (in season 1 anyhow) but because Data was acting like Sherlock Holmes, trying to solve a mystery, a pipe clamped in his teeth. Even when the captain made him put down the pipe, he still kept talking like a cheesy film depiction of Holmes, and the entire crew (who were at the meeting anyhow) kept smirking and tossing glances to one another the whole time. Oh, except the captain, the guy had a little dignity. Anyway, that looked so familiar I wanted to slap 'em all, right down the row, Stooges-style. If they had just smiled, I could cut them some slack, I mean, the dude was talking like Sherlock Holmes. But it's the exchanging of glances while smirking that hits too close to home. I get instant anger anytime I am speaking and I suspect that those listening have, as one, come to regard me as an outsider and therefore somehow blind to their secret signals. I miss a lot socially, but if there's anything I have come to recognize, it's the sight of mockery.
Oddly, I don't mind Riker doing much the same thing later, when Data is practicing small talk at a party. Maybe it's because the conversation is face to face, Data is being danged funny, and he pokes Riker which sets him giggling like the Pillsbury dough boy...
Anyway, I always am drawn to the outsider. I frequently find it embarrassing to watch the way people write about them, the way they are portrayed and the condescending approach that others take to them. I especially enjoy seeing those characters show brilliance, aptitude, something that shows that the condescension is misplaced, perhaps even the reverse of what it should be. I suppose it's people like us that make that version of the classic "Cinderella" story so popular. The idea of the "chosen one" or the "one spoken of in the prophecy" and how that person always seems to be someone who rises from humble and even horrible circumstances. It reflects my old wish to show those who treated me so badly in school that I was as good as they were, and as time went on, that I must be better than someone who enjoyed mocking others. These days, I just wish I could let it go.
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