UM. Remember the episode. Her life was so shit hat her kids started, or she herself started inventing bullshit fantasies about a more fun life that they plastered over the top of what she lived.
It's like like when you find out that the real Santa Claus used to cut off the fingers of children and run away with them from the 16th century, and the real real Santa Claus was a marketing campaign from Coca Cola in the 1930s... How are you supposed to have faith in the fat bastard who brings kids presents on Christmas Eve?
Besides, Janeway said in Futures End that she had no idea what her relatives were up to in 20th century, who is to say why someone altered the timeline, starting to tell fake false lying stories about Shannon to some of Janeway's recent Ancestors if it wasn't Kathryn herself at some later date trying to build a better Janeway.
Although why make a perfect version of yourself if you're still going to be around to observe and view that perfection and feel second best after ever a limited amount of judging. Imagine an finite council of crosstime Janeways where "our" Janeway is the worst because she can't alter herself more so than keep creating alternates built from wiser choices... Until her inferiority complex thrashes like a raging bull and she starts making lesser Janeways, sub Janeways, deformed Janeways so she can fell better about herself.
It's like like when you find out that the real Santa Claus used to cut off the fingers of children and run away with them from the 16th century, and the real real Santa Claus was a marketing campaign from Coca Cola in the 1930s... How are you supposed to have faith in the fat bastard who brings kids presents on Christmas Eve?
Besides, Janeway said in Futures End that she had no idea what her relatives were up to in 20th century, who is to say why someone altered the timeline, starting to tell fake false lying stories about Shannon to some of Janeway's recent Ancestors if it wasn't Kathryn herself at some later date trying to build a better Janeway.
Although why make a perfect version of yourself if you're still going to be around to observe and view that perfection and feel second best after ever a limited amount of judging. Imagine an finite council of crosstime Janeways where "our" Janeway is the worst because she can't alter herself more so than keep creating alternates built from wiser choices... Until her inferiority complex thrashes like a raging bull and she starts making lesser Janeways, sub Janeways, deformed Janeways so she can fell better about herself.