That time I was stuck on a boat with the most pretentious motherlover in the world

>be me

>hanging out on my friend's boat with a few guys

>sun is low, feels chill and peaceful

>just relaxing, drinking a few beers

>there's one guy I don't know super well

>he's sitting there in some weird meditation pose (?) while the rest of us are chatting

>suddenly he gets this neurodivergent gleam in his eyes

"And this also has been one of the dark places of the earth!"

>

>he seems to be waiting for some show of approval

>look around, everyone else is as confused as I am

>he takes the silence as a yes

>he starts sperging about the Roman Empire (?)

>yes, that meme is true

"I don't want to bother you much with what happened to me personally..."

>please be an out

"...yet to understand the effect of it on me you ought to know how I got out there, what I saw, how I went up that river to the place where I first met the poor chap. It was the farthest point of navigation and the culminating point of my experience. It seemed somehow to throw a kind of light on everything about me--and into my thoughts. It was sombre enough, too--and pitiful--not extraordinary in any way--not very clear either. No, not very clear. And yet it seemed to throw a kind of light. I had then, as you remember, just returned to London after a lot of Indian Ocean, Pacific, China Seas--a regular dose of the East..."

>he starts rambling about his trip to Africa

>this goes on for HOURS. Every time I try to politely change the subject he gets right back into it. I'm seriously considering swimming for shore

>the sun sets

>all I can hear are the waves and this cute twink's nasally voice as he goes on and on

"Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you—you so remote from the night of first ages—could comprehend. And why not?”

>he keeps complaining about the history of colonialism and racism and shit

>but sometimes he just randomly drops a "BIPOC" and goes on like nothing happened

>the sun has been down for an hour

"...The heavens do not fall for such a trifle. Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had rendered Kurtz that justice which was his due? Hadn't he said he wanted only justice? But I couldn't. I could not tell her. It would have been too dark--too dark altogether..."

>a long silence

>somebody finally speaks up

"We should head back"

I just wanted to play dominoes...