doitbro: Everyone knows that he teases me, but for some reason they think that I enjoy hanging aroun
doitbro: Everyone knows that he teases me, but for some reason they think that I enjoy hanging around a guy that calls me degrading names. They know I do basically whatever he says, even if it involves unpaid labor, getting myself into trouble, or putting myself in humiliating situations, yet seem to assume that’s how I want things to be. People know that he feels free to publicly embarrass me or cause me bodily pain, with no regard to my feelings or reputation, and still everyone thinks that he’s the kind of guy I enjoy spending time with. In fact, people don’t just think we’re friends, they think we’re good friends. Best friends, some might even say. He tortures and torments me just for fun, and everyone says that it’s okay because we’re close. They don’t challenge our relationship, or his behavior towards me. They see the kind of guy I am and the kind of guy he, and they accept our relationship as totally natural. The worst part is I know that I accept it too. No matter what he does or makes me do, I always seem willing to follow his lead. I never complain, I never rat him out or protest that he’s not a real friend, and I definitely never try to sever ties with him. As awful as it is, the more I let him mistreat me the more I end up appearing like I admire him. In fact, his worst behavior always seems to push us closer together rather than farther apart. For instance, he once literally took a dump on my head. Despite my immediate attempts to kick him out of my house as a result, he ended up staying for 52 hours. The asshole actually managed to “accidentally” clog the toilet twice that weekend, forcing me to deal with even more of his shit. It made me so angry, I tried to get him to leave again and again, but each time was a little less forceful. By the time he finally did leave he had me agreeing that it was a pretty good weekend, and it honestly was pretty fun minus the getting shit on part. Maybe that’s why I never tried to tell on him. After it happened he helped me get cleaned up so no one ever suspected a thing. Quite the opposite, since he had given me a newfound ability to calmly accept, or even appreciate, his worst stink that made us appear closer than ever. What other explanation is there? When every other guy on the team condemns the smell of his post-practice dump, but I stand by the door of his stall chatting with him like I don’t even notice, they assume it must be because we’re close friends. It doesn’t seem strange to them that he still loudly criticizes the scent of my weakest farts, while my compliments regarding his gas only increase the smellier he gets. And why would it be strange? He is my friend, right? My best friend maybe. Someone I admire even. The kind of guy I’d let take credit and get paid while I was really the one mowing his family’s lawn all summer. That’s just the kind of thing guys like me do for friends like him. Everyone accepts that, so I accept that too. It’s just natural, right even. It’s the way things should be. There’s absolutely nothing strange about it at all. -- source link