Somewhere in the Infinite depths of our Universe…

I watched as a 16 year old was being bullied by a gang of older children. For being a homosexual. He glared up to the group bravely, silently resolved not to shed tears on ignorant people. 

A Bully will push you more if you seem weak. They keep pushing until you stand for yourself and push back. Then, they think it is too bothersome to push a person who always fights back. They smell fear. Just as a pack of dogs. Yeah, dogs not wolves. 

Wolves are noble creatures except when you are running from them and look like a five star buffet in the jungle. It is fun to run and bark after a running prey than to a strong opponent.

From early 2000s, humans have become more aware and sympathetic to people who are different. Who was once called weird, witch or evil in the past was now judged with kind eyes.

Yet the population condemning or harassing them for simply being different, is still large.

I sighed.

Where did I go wrong? I wonder.

For past few centuries, I wondered about this many times.

Is it just me? Or the Human species felt like a remake of Mean Girls with a whole lot meaner cast. I leaned back on my custom-made recliner chair from 3013. At least they can be trusted to make cool recliner chairs.

Time is not really a thing for me. 

Nowadays, humans won’t even bat an eye if you order a hit for a 3 year old. Forget the Holy Bible or Bhagavad Gita or even the Quran... They have forsaken all my teachings. Not even something called a conscience stops them while doing these vile things. Plus, humans are not the only species I protect and watch over. On the positive side, crimes by humans against other supernatural beings has lessened because of their belief in supernatural beings (I don’t know why they are called that. I made them… they are 100% natural.) Limited only to hot werewolves and shining-in-sun vampires. Which is ridiculous. I just don’t get it…

Humans are weird…

But I have never been the type to rage and bulge my biceps to throw my chair through the window or launch air-bourn hard office table decor missiles on my staff when I am furious. It is a pity.

Some of my colleagues, whom I would not like to name, have done more. Someone cursed the land to be infertile to punish the human king who was cruel to his subjects. And other one brought upon eternal winter on the land, where woman were abused. Which I thought was fitting. Women are not gifted with physical strength to that of a man. But she is gifted with warmth and love. So Dudes… you deserve eternal winter, devoid of warmth, where you abuse innocent women.

Unlike my colleagues, I am a Man… or Entity of action. I find the problem and destroy it.

“John…” I called out to my secretary. “Remind me again… What do I do when I am angry?”

John turned to me and answered back dryly. “I just have one word… Pompeii!”

I stuttered. “What… that’s not…” I considered that for a second and realized that… maybe I am not as non-violent as I thought I was. ”But have I ever thrown a chair outside the window in rage?” I asked again.

John started gleefully which is not apparent by his dry tone but by the smug expression on his smug face. “Firstly no… You haven’t...”

“Of course.” I nodded, filled with pride at my professional decorum.

“Yet…”

“WHAT???!??” I yelled. “What does that even mean… YET??!??”

“Secondly, you don’t have a window in your office to throw a chair... We work on a beach…”

“A Beautiful Beach…” I corrected. Feeling chagrined, I mumbled. “I find office structure to be stifling. I am claustrophobic…” I lifted my hands to gesture towards the waves and the sun, “Plus, isn’t it awesome to be on a beach with full sunshine and blue waves… It’s like being connected to nature…”

“Thirdly…”

“THIS IS NOT AN ESSAY WRITING COMPETITION!?!!” I yelled angrily. “I just asked a rhetorical question…” I stopped and modulated my tone. (Sometimes when I shout angrily volcanoes erupt… like… like… Pompeii… Damn John and his memory...) “A simple Yes or No would have been suffice.”

“As I was saying and was rudely interrupted… Thirdly…”

“Oh for God’s sake…” I mumbled and massaged my forehead for an incoming headache.

“I AM saying it for your sake… God…” He paused and nodded towards me. “Which is you…”

“Thank you for reminding who I am…” I rolled my eyes at that retort.

“Thirdly, if you are angry and not erupting volcanoes, then you… wait for it… You POUT!!?!”

“No, I DO NOT.” Feeling offended, I laid my hand at my heart and let out a gasp. Then I scoffed at that ridiculous notion and thought about it. “Although I do have an awesome pair of pouty lips to carry out the most pouttiest pout ever in the universe… Quite literally!!” And I chuckled at my joke.

“I didn’t finish… You pout and then… Plot to wipe out whole of the civilizations to get your point across.”

“I DO NOT!!?!!” I whisper-yelled, now totally offended. “You can’t say stuff like that…” I looked around to make sure no one was listening.

“No one will dare to eavesdrop…” John rolled his eyes. “More accurately, no one can.” Drawing out a Bowie knife from his belt, he ran an finger down the sharp blade and surveyed the beach with satisfaction. “No one will get to you before confronting me.” And then smiled creepily.