Angry Rodney Drabble
by Gaia
PG // Drabble, Preslash // 2004/11/08
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Rodney has a bad day.
Notes: I had a bad day too, so I wrote this.

WHY YOU CAN ALL DO THE SPECIES A FAVOR AND DIE BEFORE
YOUR BREED - YOU TOO, JOHN SHEPPARD
By Gaia

I'm sorry, but I am not an emotional person, deal with it. Just because you 'feel' more, you are NOT more important. Don't waste my time. There's only so much I can coddle people. In the end it's sink or swim. That's how it works in nature, that's how it works in
academia, and that's how it works in the fucking real world! The lion's not like . . . 'hey Mr., did you have a bad day? Well I guess I'm not going to eat you today.' It's not nice, it's not pretty, and you can't protect yourself from it forever.

You can only learn how to deal with it. How to not let it get to you. You're the only person that can make yourself happy - because other people really don't give a shit. Trust me, I know. I take pride in my work. I don't need other people to tell me I did good. I KNOW I did good. People who hang on others for validation make me sick! When push comes to
shove, smiles and pats on the back don't make the fucking equations work. I make them work and I'm damn proud that I do.

I don't need anybody else to make me happy. And I don't need the sympathy of all those people who think I'm so pathetic that they need to give me insincere gratitude or praise. I don't need a pity fuck either!

All I want is for him to smile at me and say, "You did good."

And I'm fucking weak because of it.