As I stand in a circle of friends and one drunk guy, contemplating whether to punch this drunk to interrupt his belligerent rant on gay guys. I was upset, but I just let it go. He was drunk. However, they say alcohol only lets loose your inner self thoughts.
The drunk guy was going off about how he hates it when gay guys hit on him. He agreed that this makes him a little homophobic and he was ok with it. Right then and there I should have just said “Fuck you!” But I didn’t. Instead, I just said to him that he doesn’t have to worry a gay guy will never hit on him. Then he looked at me trying to focus his eyes, he thanked me, saying now he would no longer have to worry. I don’t think he understood what I meant. He is butt ugly, rude and a very confused individual. Gross. No gay guy is going to hit on him.
I hoped my comment would get him to stop. It didn’t. He continued to go on about hating when guys start making moves on him, this is his reason for hating gay guys. His defense was “That’s just the way I feel.” Well I felt like punching him, did I? No.
I am thankful that I was in a group of my best friends or else I would have been defenseless, I would have probably gone home and written a blog entry about how the whole world sucks. But it doesn’t, thanks to the Borg. Speaking of things that suck, I have come to my own conclusion, this young drunk man has some inner demons he must work out on his own. Frankly speaking, he is gay. Or at least Bi. As I fell to sleep that night I received a text from a friend from the borg and it read “I can see ____ standing in front of the mirror right now, staring at his reflection, repeating the words ‘I am not gay’ over and over…”
When he fights the fear that suppresses him to say stupid stuff, he might turn out to be a decent gay guy. I just hope he doesn’t hit on me. Gross.
Max
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