Revenge, relief, or vindication?
vin·di·ca·tion (vĭn'dĭ-kā'shən)
n.
1. The act of vindicating or condition of being vindicated.
2. The defense, such as evidence or argument, that serves to justify a claim or deed.
That? I never get any of that. I wish I did.
I'm pretty sure all three tie in, but most of my experience's on the first two. Revenge was always my favorite, not really perfect so much as fun. Sorta a game. One I always wanted to play if I could get away with it when I was a kid, even though I would never say too much about it. Still don't.
There're way too many stories I could tell about relief. Some of 'em are about family, some of 'em are about friends, and the rest're about work. Thankfully the percentage on the last one isn't too high, but after the last couple of weeks, I still think I need a break from it. A vacation or somethin'.
The relief's nice when you get it. I worry about plenty, so I've got enough experience with that too. The problem is, somethin' bad's got to come before you can get somethin' good. I think maybe that's just life all the way around.
But vindication, that thing up there? I don't get that. 'Cause I'd have to be wrong first, wouldn't I? Or someone'd have to think I'm wrong. And when I'm wrong, I'm just wrong. It's always been that way. I've never been able to talk my way out of anythin' a day in my life.
What usually happens, is either somebody else comes to my defense, or I have to try lookin' sad enough or pathetic enough to get out of it. Or I somehow stumble my way into whatever it is gettin' fixed. I never know how I pull that off.
If I can't pull that off with dumb luck, I'm stuck. And however long it takes to wait out whatever's goin' on, I have to do it.
So that's why I know I should sleep plenty before Sasha gets home and starts slammin' doors and takin' baths I try to get my life back to normal over the next couple of days, since I didn't get more than two to three hours of sleep a night for most of the time while I was gone. Certain people probably won't be too interested in lettin' it go that way, but I'll try just the same.
'Cause it's been a long couple of weeks and the last half was a lot worse than I thought it'd be, and all I want is for her not to fight with me, and maybe for Dad to give lettin' out a few details a shot every once in a while the ususal for a bit.
Certain people won't be happy, I know, because they think I did somethin' wrong recently. Even though they don't know what happened, and I'm sure they really don't want to know. They'd probably rather be mad at me.
But I guess I'll deal with it when the time comes.
I think I'm desensitized to relief and revenge, maybe.
But vindication... That must be nice.
Muse: Shane Gannon
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 497
n.
1. The act of vindicating or condition of being vindicated.
2. The defense, such as evidence or argument, that serves to justify a claim or deed.
That? I never get any of that. I wish I did.
I'm pretty sure all three tie in, but most of my experience's on the first two. Revenge was always my favorite, not really perfect so much as fun. Sorta a game. One I always wanted to play if I could get away with it when I was a kid, even though I would never say too much about it. Still don't.
There're way too many stories I could tell about relief. Some of 'em are about family, some of 'em are about friends, and the rest're about work. Thankfully the percentage on the last one isn't too high, but after the last couple of weeks, I still think I need a break from it. A vacation or somethin'.
The relief's nice when you get it. I worry about plenty, so I've got enough experience with that too. The problem is, somethin' bad's got to come before you can get somethin' good. I think maybe that's just life all the way around.
But vindication, that thing up there? I don't get that. 'Cause I'd have to be wrong first, wouldn't I? Or someone'd have to think I'm wrong. And when I'm wrong, I'm just wrong. It's always been that way. I've never been able to talk my way out of anythin' a day in my life.
What usually happens, is either somebody else comes to my defense, or I have to try lookin' sad enough or pathetic enough to get out of it. Or I somehow stumble my way into whatever it is gettin' fixed. I never know how I pull that off.
If I can't pull that off with dumb luck, I'm stuck. And however long it takes to wait out whatever's goin' on, I have to do it.
So that's why I know I should sleep plenty before Sasha gets home and starts slammin' doors and takin' baths I try to get my life back to normal over the next couple of days, since I didn't get more than two to three hours of sleep a night for most of the time while I was gone. Certain people probably won't be too interested in lettin' it go that way, but I'll try just the same.
'Cause it's been a long couple of weeks and the last half was a lot worse than I thought it'd be, and all I want is for her not to fight with me, and maybe for Dad to give lettin' out a few details a shot every once in a while the ususal for a bit.
Certain people won't be happy, I know, because they think I did somethin' wrong recently. Even though they don't know what happened, and I'm sure they really don't want to know. They'd probably rather be mad at me.
But I guess I'll deal with it when the time comes.
I think I'm desensitized to relief and revenge, maybe.
But vindication... That must be nice.
Muse: Shane Gannon
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 497