Surreal Conversation

Earlier this week, I had a surreal conversation with a few friends. We talked about maths, politics, advertisements, etc. Someone even asked another someone tricky questions about sexual orientation.

No, that's not the surreal part.

The drama—to me, at least—began when yet another someone started to made fun of someone's breasts and someone's partner. (Trust me, you don't want to listen to the joke. It's lame.)

No, that's not the surreal part too.

I was shocked when another someone and one more another someone laughed at the joke, hilariously. Someone asked them to stop, four times.

No, that's still not the surreal part.

I didn't know how to react. In fact, I was silent. After a while, every someone stopped laughing, the joke died, conversation continued blah blah blah. That's surreal!

I wish I told them I was feeling uncomfortable. I wish it's just I didn't realise they're very good friends that the joke was okay. I wish I was thinking too much. After all, the breasts were not mine.

Someone, grant me three wishes please.

UPDATE: I was desperately looking for the word, which I was sure I knew it but just couldn't spit it out, to use instead of ‘surreal’. I get it finally—it's ‘bizarre’. Anyway, now I like ‘surreal’ more.