…and I have already reserved one room for this so-called ‘friend’ of mine. Come over here, pal. Do you like the view of the burning river of fire? Enjoying the burning smell of flesh? Oops, sorry, I seem to have accidentally set you on fire. I got to go now, you selfish bastard. You will rue the day (12 October 2006, 3:28pm, GMT +0800) that you have decided to backstab me.
This new guy joined my gang of friends at university this semster. For some reasons, he irked many of my buddies immediately, but me, always sympathetic to unpopular people (because I was one too), defended him and gave him the benefit of the doubt.
We are doing a business module this semster, and the final trial is a business presentation. The Selfish Bastard who is Destined to Roast in Eternal Agony in Hell is in another group of my friends, while I am in another. Selfish Bastard’s group went first – their business plan was sound, kind of flaky and I could find enough holes to drive an Imperal Star Destroyer through, but hey, they are my friends. I see no reason why I would want to demolish them.
Next up is mine. When we were finished and it’s time for Q&A, Selfish Bastard raised up his hand.
“Huh?”, I thought, “Him? Why would he want to ask a question?”
Seflish Bastard began with an innocent, “I am not asking a question, but just giving a clarification. When you use the term ‘first mover advantage’, you are using the term wrongly.”
We defended ourselves. He said he is studying an economics elective and that he is right. The lecturer said he will take note that we are using the term wrongly.
Bastard.
So, you got a clarification? For Hell’s Sake, couldn’t you just clarify with me personally after the presentation? So, do you think your five minutes of fame have earnt you adoring fans? “OOOHHH!! You corrected that group’s mistake! How suave! How smart! Let me fall upon your knees and worship the ground that you walk on!”
Bastard. For some Brownie Points with the lecturer and the smug satisification that you are right and you get to correct someone’s mistakes, you stab me in the back and bring down one of the most important points of our presentation. For what?
I wouldn’t be so peeved if it is someone else. Actually, I would have just eaten the humble pie and say “Yes I might be wrong.” The issue is not that you are right or not, though.
It’s how you could do this to a friend just for a few minutes of fame?
Cursed are those who built their glory on the misfortunes of friends.
(PS. We double-checked our sources. We were right. I am so going to clarify that with him)