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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:59 pm
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How much he cared for the holidays was fairly minimal. Sure, they were fun, but overall, Mehtab felt they were slightly just excuses for people to force each other into awkward family situations where they had to interact under social cultural implications and obligations that were required lest you fit outside of societal norms. It was all a scheme carefully, artfully crafted by big money cooperation and clever marketing. He was onto this thing. Like, no, people didn't understand. It was all a ruse, a shame, the true meaning of Christmas- actually, he was pretty sure there was no true meaning as both the origins of celebration were based off of really archaic faiths that relied on very basic and rather backwards ideology theology, or, misplaced religious appropriation. Both were pretty bad in his opinion.
He figured that people would have been better off investing their beliefs in facts that were rooted in science but that was him. He'd not begrudge Christmas from faiths. Big money though? Companies? Corporations? His boss? Heck yeah he'd begrudge the ******** outta that bull s**t. He was no corperate slave dog and like hell he'd stay late or work on holiday. For one thing, double pay might have been nice, but supporting the idea that money was more important than family was gross. Even if his family was toxic and likely to kill him for an insurance payout before they'd ever show him a great deal of affection. It was complicated. Put ******** it." He groaned into his scarf, lighting up another blunt before looking at his bedfellows in the dimly lit bar he'd crawled into illegally. To him it was legal. Drinking was no better than smoking and the only main difference in laws were based off cultural values that were ill informed and heavy lobbying. God he hated capitalism. A lot.
The bar itself was festive, green and red lights blinking at exactly 2 second intervals (he counted), and smelling of peppermint very faintly under the overwhelming stench of various pot strains and fermented hops. There were mostly fellow college students, (all older) and the occasional guy who obviously had nothing in his life but to contemplate the soullessness of his work and if life held any meaning or not, (it did). Mostly though, Mehtab just felt sad. It was nearing the holiday, and he felt empty for all the wrong reasons.
He cared but as he smoked he felt himself getting more and more wanting to fight but- Baby is WAS cold outside, and the fireplace at the WAS so delightful. He had only one place to go so-
Mehtab figured he'd just have to let his hate of capitalism go. For now.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 1:40 am
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 8:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 8:23 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 3:33 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 6:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 11:53 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 10:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:11 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 1:23 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:25 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2016 9:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 3:33 pm
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The rise and fall of titans. Alpahrd contemplated the notion as he laid back on the cold tile of his run down kitchen floor. His apartment was tiny, his income even smaller, and he hardly had much a social life. Aside from those depressing facts he was now facing something worse. His family. He remembered good times with them, really he did but now? Now they were distant memories. Echoes of a past he could not go back to, could not cherish without the bitter aftertaste of disappointment lacing his tongue. He'd wanted things to turn out right, for his family to get it together, to be clean. They had a nice case worker. They could have done it. But in the end he remembered his case worker's face as he said it.
'You'd be better off without them Mehtab." He didn't want to admit it, but it was true. They were toxic, and he was doing good in school. Really good. He was looking at scholarships. Waivers and special programs. He didn't want to end up like them. He wanted to be normal. He had his life ahead of him and he wasn't going to go anywhere if he just stuck with his family and remained near them. It wouldn't have helped the situation and what's more it would not have helped him. The choice was hard to make but-
But...
But?
But was it worth it?
That was the question Mehtab asked himself almost everyday. Did he make the right choice in casting them aside? He tried to not think about how he'd left them behind. How he did not return their phone calls, send cards, texts, emails- it was like going cold turkey from addiction you never knew you had. He craved them. They were his family and just removing them was painful. Not just emotionally but physically. The case worker had not told him how much he'd miss his mom's hugs, even if she smells of drugs and booze. The case worker did not tell him how he's miss his brother ruffling his hair and calling him the family beanpole.
Touch had been a part of his life and cutting it out and away was like cutting off a poisoned hand. You might be able to use it, but it was dying, and would take you with it unless you took actions to keep yourself safe. That is what Mehtab did. That's was how he justified his actions. He had to cut them out of his life so he could keep going and not end up in an early grave like they seemed to be heading towards.
Rolling over to his side, Mehtab wondered where it had all gone wrong. When had everything broken and fallen apart? When did his family go from 'okay' to broken? Laying on the cool tile, he had no answers. He'd just dwelled on the same problem and again, came to no answer or solution.
Mehtab missed his family. He missed being warm.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 3:12 pm
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