I was somewhat cynical. And rejoiced in the fact that I never went with the flow. No matter what others would say, I would always question them. Sometimes to their discomfort. Until they found a way to neutralize my ways. They began calling me a conspiracy theorist. Title that I enjoyed. Until the day that they began dismissing me based on the title I thought I had proudly earned.
They were smart. And I underestimated them. I never thought that they would outsmart me and enjoy it They had become me, in a twisted way.
No matter what the current event was our topic of discussion, they would find a way to castigate me. I had fallen down the rabbit hole and I couldn't get out of there, at least not without my integrity damaged and sore.
Even the most trivial talk would end up with me being scarified as the holy lamb. My opinions didn't matter anymore. They would dismiss me almost instantly. And they enjoyed it. I didn't know what to do. What to say or do. It didn't matter. I was their sacrificial lamb, their favorite scapegoat and they had come to like it.
Until that day. When I had had enough. We were at our local pub. And the news dictated our conversation. A young politician was now being blamed for taking advantage of his young female followers. They saw his profile on Tinder and they were shocked when he asked them for nudes. Then years later, they anonymously called him out on twitter.
"Spineless scumbag bitches" , I said
"Well, from his position of power, he shouldn't have done that", one murmured.
"Fuck that shit", I said, "and you are supposed to exchange book reviews over that sex app?", I fired.
"He is a powerful dude, he used his position to lure the gals", my friend said, "they froze because he is a politician"
I laughed out loud and said: "You're mature enough to go on such an app and then you make false anonymous accusations on twitter because someone asked you for a tit pic?, that's ridiculous.
My smartass friends were waiting for me to be fired up to shoot me. They had gained some skill. They would bring something juicy up. Then they would let me dissect the issue and then they would try their best to discredit me by calling me a fanatic, a liar and a cheat.
The beer had been abundant and my bladder was more than full.
I had had enough of my friends attacks and attempts to shut me up. So I stood up and without any announcement, i headed to the toilet.
The way to the urinals was darker than normal. But I knew the way.
I had walked the same way for many nights before. I knew the way like the back of my hand.
I rushed, as the piss wanted out and I wasn't going to give my friends the pleasure of me pissing my pants.
My friends, yeah right, what a bunch of assholes. I loved them.
I pushed the door open and walked into the toilet. The place was empty and you could hear the running water of each other the three urinals on the right.
Nobody was there. My favorite setting as I had a shy bladder. Ran to the urinal on the far left and unzipped my pants. Took my dick out and began pissing the many beers I had drank earlier. It was orgasmic, and anyone who has ever pissed can tell you how good it feels to piss after a lot of drinks.
Out of nowhere, this super tall hairy guy appeared next to me and in a condescending way look down on me.
He said: "Your friends are real pricks", and with a diabolical smile released a river of pee.
"Yes", I replied.
"Wouldn't you like them to stop bullying you?"
"Well, of course, but that's the way they have grown to be", I said.
"Would you like them to stop right now?", the tall hairy figure asked me.
"Well, yeah" I replied, "what's your name, I like you. You're kinda cool", I said
"I am Mephisto", he replied.
That was the last time I saw my friends.
