86 Stagnation (1/2)

”Well, this is not so bad,” I said as I felt the comfort of my new mattress. I liked it a lot, and it helps a lot that it doesn't make any loud noises when I move around, unlike one of those string bed thingie. I guess mom really knows her shit. Well, she is the one person I know who probably knows a lot about beds since she's... Agh! Whatever, whatever. I should probably just sleep.

Well... I said that, but fuck, I can't sleep a wink! Not AT ALL! I have been thinking about sleeping the entire day, and I was even particularly more sleepy when I went to the church with my mom, which made me so angry at me before we went to buy the mattress and the bed frame. However, now that I have finally gotten the shit I need and the comfort that I longed for, I found myself seeing myself unable to sleep.

”Fuck... This sucks...” I mumbled under my breath with a sigh.

Then, I heard a familiar beep from beside me. I took my phone on my side and realized that I was right, someone sent me a message in Messenger. Well, I'm not really that sleepy now anyway, so what's the worst that could happen? I tapped on the notification that I had just received and realized that it came from my friend, Mike.

”Ayo you still awak man?” He chatted before sending another message, ”*awake”

”ya whats up?” I replied back with an indolent yet full-energized gaze.

”You know when youll be available?”

”ya sat and sun”

”Oh just your dayoffs?”

”ya why?”

”I kinda wanna hang out for a while but its cool if youre busy and stuff”

Hmm... He's probably feeling all lonely again. This guy always has a very fickle mind, so I'm not surprised if he's being all sadboy on me all of a sudden. I don't really mind hanging out with him since he's a really chill guy, and I always like being around quiet people. Well, I can't see the reason why I shouldn't entertain his offer.

Thus, with a chuckle, I replied with a lazy and sudden invitation, ”wanna hang now? i'm not really sleepy. u down?”

It took him a while to respond, but after a few moments, I finally saw that he was typing before sending a short reply, ”Really? I dont mind doing it now sure”

”cool. i know this new bar somewhere in this really hidden area and you can cry there all you want lmaaoo”

We arranged to meet at a 7-11 near the bar that I was talking about. Luckily, Mike is pretty well-versed when it comes to direction, so he already knew how to get there without me telling him about those mundane direction thingies. Besides, if he ever gets lost, he can just use Google Maps. I promptly dressed, feeling a little bit excited but also wanting to get so absolutely fucking drunk that I would end up not hearing whatever Mike wants to say.

After about an hour, we managed to meet each other in front of that 7-11 I had just talked about. We immediately went to the bar with my arms on top of Mike's shoulder. We laughed a lot while we were joking around on our way to the bar, but I could still a faint sadness within Mike's eyes. However, since I can see him trying to deflect all of my questions about his well-being clumsily with more jokes, I realized that he didn't really want to talk about it and just wants my company. I don't really mind; we all have our own battles, and I am aware that most of us want to face those fights by ourselves. Nonetheless, It is common to see people wanting a friend's presence amid such tribulations.

I didn't want to pry any further, so I made it my goal to cheer Mike up a bit if it would mean that our stay in the bar would be worthwhile for both of us. After a while, our conversation went a bit on the melancholic side once we started drinking up. It was really a good idea to have Mike in this new bar. It has a posh atmosphere, the other patrons are quiet, and the ambiance is chill enough for poor fucks like us to enjoy but not too cheap-looking that it would be downright trashy. The walls are black, but the lights are bright enough not to make people too negative. Nonetheless, the drinks are enough to make any secretive man turn into a blubbering mess.

That's true for both of us—Mike and I.

We started talking about or work. Mike told me that his boss is a stupid, fat, lazy fuckface who only wants to use people and take all of the good shit from it, but when he fucks up, he's the only one who has to face such mistake. I understand his point wholeheartedly because I have the same situation at work.

Mike chuckled in an attempt to alleviate the atmosphere away from our shitty mood. ”Oh, I'm sure you're doing well at work, man. I mean, it's you! I can still clearly remember how great and popular you are in high school! Everyone just really likes you back then.”

”Nah,” I said with a pained grunt. ”Fuckers around at work hate me. The boss hates me too. I don't get along well with anyone out there.”

”Wha—I can't believe it,” Mike said with a stutter as he blinked twice in bafflement.

”Well, that's the reality of adulthood, Mike. The popular losers in high school get to be useless losers at work while the dull losers in the class get to be the lifeless losers who have all the promotions and the praises from the fat old people up at the top. But, at the end of the day, we're all still losers.” I said as I downed an entire glass of gin. ”It's all about knowing how to kiss someone's ass. Popular kids in high school like myself never learned how to kiss people's ass because we're used to feeling other people's lips on our buttocks just to get some clout going. Bosses don't like it when an underling gets all defiant like me, especially because I'm frank about how much I fucking hate useless people. Once I see my boss getting all stupid at work, I'd tell him straight up, and everyone else around me would glare at me for being honest because that gets them one more step towards promotion.”

”That's... I guess that's true...” Mike said with a sigh as he tried to pat my back. I really appreciated that gesture; thus, I returned his kindness with a warm smile.

”I don't want to live that life. I was used to being the guy who gets all the good-shit in life. That's why I never get all the actual good-shit in the workforce. If you don't know how to kiss ass at a young age, you'll never be able to rise up when you're younger.” I chuckled as I leaned my head back. ”No one likes an asshole, but no one likes real people more, especially if you're in the corporate world. You need to lie because that's the best way to get connections, associates, and promotions. But I don't like that. My dad raised me to be better than that.” I chuckled before uttering a sigh. ”I guess the reason why I am living in such a stupid and boring life now is precisely because my father gave me the right lessons in life.”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Mike then called the bartender to give us more of the same drinks that we had before replying to what I had just said, ”I'm not sure, Mike. I, too, am one of those people you call ”dull losers in the class,” but I am getting the same bullshit that you do.”

”Well, do you kiss your boss' ass?” I replied, smugly, with a playful grin.

Mike chuckled. ”Of course, I do! I'm sad right now because I already tasted so many assholes in my mouth, but I'm still below the corporate ladder.”