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There is something about being alone that makes company all the more irritating. When I am not The Rainmaker, which is not all that often anymore, people that talk to me annoy me to no end. The foolish questions that nobody really wants answered always seem like the ones that people ask.The Short List Of Overused Rhetorical Questions:
1. "How are you?"
2. "How's the day going?"
3. "What's up?"
4. "You know?"
5. "What do you think?"
6. "How about them
7. "Does this make me look fat?"
Nobody ever really wants the answers. They ask them to ask them, and they hear what they want to hear in response, even if what you said is not what they heard. It is a world of disinterest and apathy, and we propogate it with more disinterest, because who really wants to hear from a total stranger about their day? I am not the type to do so, even though I will listen if somebody decides to talk. I deal in shadows and darkness - obscurity is my best talent, at some points.
The thing is, I wish that I didn't have to do what I do. The reason that I exist as The Rainmaker is because nobody cares about one another anymore. There are alliances of convenience, and nothing else. You can always talk about married couples, but the couples that have been together for a decade or so got married at a different time. Their union is a reflection of that time, not now. Now, we have the Age of Apathy.
Recently, more as a joke than anything, I went into a Village Inn in plain clothes, got a table, and said nothing until the waitress came by my table. I already knew what I wanted to order, and so did not even look at the menu. When the waitress, a brown-haired and bouncy girl that was probably still in college, came to my table, she asked me the obvious.
"How are you today?"
My answer was something along the lines of, "My car has two flats, my mother is suffering an emotional breakdown, my brother is becoming a drunk who can't pay his rent, both of my ex-girlfriends are getting married this summer and I was invited to both weddings, and to top it all off, my next job is in California."
I should mention that I was in Colorado at this point. Either way, you could tell that she was expecting anything besides that answer. She had already done the math in her head, and here she was, staring at a man who had way too much emotional baggage. In fact, she was dumbstruck.
"You did ask me how I am, did you not?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Let me make this easy. I'll have a lemonade and the club sandwich, no tomatoes, with fries."
"Uh...I'll get right on that."
She walked off, still a bit dazed. She did not care when she asked me, but I think those jarring admissions somehow made her realize what she was saying each time she asked a customer that single rehearsed line. She'll say what she means more often, I hope.
But my disappointment is not only with the world in general. It is with myself. I fight in the ring, but I have been fighting for the wrong things. I allowed myself to grow apathetic about what was truly worthwhile.
Seeing "The Ringmaster" return last week, I have come to the realization that I am the only hero left. And what have I been fighting for? Revenge, or nothing more than one more victory in the ring. It is not what I am supposed to be; I am supposed to be more than I have made myself. I allowed myself to lose to Copeland and Mighty Joe because all that was on the line was a chance of vengeance. Justice was not involved.
But from now one, I will have it. Azrael has felled many opponents, some with questionable means. Some could say that Christopher Dumont felled him most recently, but evil can not truly chase out evil. In spite of the fact that his name means "whom God helps", God will not help him face what he shall have.
If the fans see what I do, and are displeased, I will understand, even as I help make people see what the WWA truly needs. They are expecting a good guy, a nice guy, but I am neither.
I destroyed two men unaccustomed to actual physical conflict because they had a man arrested on charges that were eventually dropped. The fans were shocked, but it was what they deserved. It was not necessarily good, nor was it nice.
Quite frankly, I could not care less. I will do what is required to defeat the one Whom God Will Not Help. The fans can boo me, but if necessity is the way, then so be it.
I'm not good. I'm not nice. I'm just right.
I am The Rainmaker.