The Mansion

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She slid into the study and kissed the back of his head, a cup of coffee in one hand, dressed in her sarong, ponytail swinging slightly at the back of her head.

"Good Morning, my love."

The stereo pipes in one of her favorite songs.
 
He wakes. Jolts to the state, sharp and sudden, with his eyes sharp on the wall that leads on past a hallway to the kitchen. Miley Cyrus? And he's hungover. Mumbling, he manages to get himself a drink of water, pulling two swallows before pressing himself from the counter of the bar.

He slept down here again. Never good.

And that music? Awful. God, awful.

Women.
 
Malicious. She snickered as she knew the music piped throughout the house. She didn't care for the singer, but she loved the lyrics of the song.
 
I'm irritable. Judgmental. Crotchety. Cruel. Malicious. Petty. Vindictive. Angry. Miserable.

A thousand adjectives more have been thrown out and attached to me. They mean nothing. None of it, really, means anything. I am not defined by how people interpret me. I'm defined by how I interpret myself. I'm defined by how I survive the day and the obstacles that I overcome. This world has lost its way. It expects everything to be easy. It does not tolerate hardship.

And its intolerance does not come in the form of solutions - it comes with complaints. Whining. Pissing. It's such a pervasive and tireless game that people have forgotten how to win and gotten caught up in determining the rules. We don't say the National Anthem. We can't comment on a social problem because it might be insensitive. We can't hold people accountable for their weight or lifestyle choices. We can't expect people to be responsible with their own healthcare needs and we damned well can't hold ourselves accountable for our own.

We sue.

We bitch.

We rack up debt.

We sit on our asses and don't work.

We lie to one another.

We make nice.

Or at least, most of you do.

I don't believe in the mercy rule. I don't believe in sportsmanship. I don't believe in politesse for the sake of it and I don't believe that culture equates tenderness and that tolerance equates turning a blind eye. I believe that the best way a society can serve itself is that if the people inside it serve themselves first. I do not believe that every wrong has a right and I do not believe that intentions or reasons really matter when weighed against an action.

I do not believe that obesity is a symptom of genetics. I do not believe that the people in New Orleans who did not have homeowners insurance deserve new homes. I do not believe that insurance companies -must- cover you. I do not believe that guns, alcohol, and tobacco are preying on the ignorant. I do not believe the ignorant should be protected even if it is the case. I believe that being good is intensely overrated and being honest is drastically undervalued. I believe that the games we play are designed to two natural ends and the rest is just irrelevant bullshit.

I believe that too few feel the way that I do.

I don't believe it's wrong to feel superior to someone. I don't believe it's wrong to hold yourself to a higher standard. I don't believe it's wrong to kick someone when they're down. I don't believe it's wrong to fight to get better and I don't believe it's wrong to look at people that don't with contempt. I don't believe that teaching our children that everyone deserves the same chances in life is constructive or realistic.

I get tired. And sick. And sick and tired of the whining. The advantages that I have been given? I don't feel bad for taking advantage of them. I don't feel bad for overcoming the obstacles, either. Compassion is a killer. Sympathy is a sin. The reality of life and the pursuit of happiness is that neither is promised to anyone and that at the end of the day nobody gives a shit whether you have or keep either except those that have made the decision to tie their own quests to yours.

I believe that if you put the work in and don't expect hand outs you can claim your happiness.

And I believe anyone that tries to tell you that it's wrong, or makes you feel bad for it, or expects something from you because you've found it is expendable.

I'm going to the gym, like I do everyday, and working until I see white dots and can't breath right. I'm going to work until it hurts, like I do everyday, because that's how you get better.

And I piss on people that don't get it.
 
-Fills Cait's hand with superglue, his other hand strong on her slim wrist, and presses her hand to M's ass.-

Aw, you two are cute.

He runs -with- the superglue safely secured.

"THAT'S TWO, BRAT!"

She yelled after the fleeing man, who was smart enough to flee, once she realized what he had done. Turning her eyes on a grinning M, she glared more.

"What did we do with that bottle of fingernail polish remover? I swear, that man is so going to get his one day soon. He can run faster than I can, but just wait. I have patience.

I adore you, darling but I don't want my hand glued to your ass. That could complicate things."
 
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"THAT'S TWO, BRAT!"

She yelled after the fleeing man, who was smart enough to flee, once she realized what he had done. Turning her eyes on a grinning M, she glared more.

"What did we do with that bottle of fingernail polish remover? I swear, that man is so going to get his one day soon. He can run faster than I can, but just wait. I have patience.

I adore you, darling but I don't want my hand glued to your ass. That could complicate things."

It's recommended to immerse the skin in warm, soapy water, darling. And to roll it apart using a spatula. Let's go.

pulls her in the direction of the bathroom

Follow me.

:devil:
 
It's recommended to immerse the skin in warm, soapy water, darling. And to roll it apart using a spatula. Let's go.

pulls her in the direction of the bathroom

Follow me.

:devil:

Hey! I want to see where you read that. You just want to get me into the bathtub.
 
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