Confrontation

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He was definitely getting more interesting than my book. I raised my eyebrows as I looked at him closely. He was frowning, there was tension around his lips and his nose flared. In fact, if he could, his eyes would have set the laptop on fire. Then he muttered a few colourful words and slammed shut the lid of the laptop.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said, this is all stupid!” He pushed the laptop away as he turned to face me. “Hiding behind the screen and spreading hate on the Internet.”

“All right, what set you off this time?”

He snorted as he shook his head. “Some stupid person was commenting about a news article on BBC but the comments made were thoughtless, obnoxious and insulting. Like the brains got eaten or something. How stupid can that person get? What happen to critical thinking and respect? Instead, there is nothing but mudslinging and attack on character. Like that information is relevant to the news. Has the Internet corrupted everyone and turned them into mindless drones spreading hate and negativity?”

I pursed my lips and nodded, deep in thoughts at his words. This was, by far, the longest rant I had heard from him yet.

“What do you think?” he jutted his jaws at me, ready for a challenge.

I paused to assess his mood. Deciding it was safe, I finally replied. “Actually, I’m more amused that you were so furious. Not to mention, at some random stranger for some comment that doesn’t concern you. Is old age making you irritable or menopausal?”

He looked at me. “I hate you.” He made a face as he stood up and stalked away, muttering to himself all the while.