Word count: 2042
Summary: House has a dream. People always have dreams, God knows, with their little iconic, loud, legendary speeches, some did it well, having dreams. Some changed the world, spun the freaking earth in reverse and it's not bad, it's not bad at all, the famed reputation of the dreaming few.
But fuck... did they surround themselves with people who couldn't stand them? Did they share living space with one of the unsung heroes of amateur psychiatry? Where they in physical pain that wouldn't stop? Hell no. They dreamt and they inspired and they acted and they succeeded and House's dream is still no more than a dream. And he's mad. Mad as fuck tonight.
Notes: I wrote this because Wilson's little analysis at the end of Private Lives pissed me off... it felt like he was ridiculing House because he wanted to be normal, and that's just wrong. Also, the writers are still ignoring the pain issues... there was a scene in there but it came and went like it meant nothing... and it does mean something to be in unrelenting pain. I'd be mad if everyone around me chose to ignore it, which is where the title comes from.
( MadCollapse )