Death defying; it's a roller coaster

Last week at the DDs I got yelled at. It was by a guy who's been there for years and is seemingly well-regarded. During the break, at the long table where he'd set up with his laptop, I made an off colour observation. We'd been discussing the between-session psychic game where we the audience select an item in the room and the psychic has to guess if an object is the selected object. Is it the chair? No. Is it the whiteboard? Yes. We couldn't work out how they did it and so I went on a riff about how to prevent their passing on hidden communiqués they should be locked naked in the Magneto clear plastic prison and have clear plastic furniture. I then theorised that when seated in clear plastic chairs that if you looked up through the underside of the chair you would see their squished up genitalia through the luctie like it was an under-sea display through a glass bottomed boat.

I know, it all sounds barking mad. When the yelling happened---which consisted of Yelly shriek-yelling I'd gone too far and he then packing up his laptop to relocate the another part of the room---I sat there in stunned silence not saying a word. It took about three minutes for normal conversation levels to resume. This of course fucked the night in the bum and I while I stuck out the rest of the night I fucked off for home the moment it ended, slinking into the dark rather than troop off to the pub with the rest.

On the drive home I was riven with self doubt and embarrassment. I even started wondering if my enjoyment and seeming getting on with people was a sad delusion on my part and what if the reality was that I was an unwelcome intrusion on their world and that they were putting up with me through polite sufferance. The whole incident made me feel like shit and that I was shit.

I moped about it over the next couple of days but I was buoyed by theWife, who said I was not a shit, and S--- from DD, who, while he was not there on the night Yelly had his yell-yell and thus could only go by my interpretation of what happened, made me feel better when he said Yelly was a cock spank and likely always had been. That and Yelly was probably jealous of my fierce beauty.

I admit I was pretty apprehensive about going to the next session of DD. Would he mention it? Would I? I wanted to man up and take him aside to ask him that the next time he needed to remonstrate with me that he take me aside to do it and not emasculate me quite so publicly. But in the end my worries were for naught as he did not show. Oh and I had an awesome fucking time.

I know it seems dumb to treat such a frenetic over-the-top reaction as a just critique of me the clearly subhuman shit who everyone hates, but what can I say? At heart I'm just a Pumbaa.

UPDATE: I should note though that apart from that horrid unpleasantness to have someone spray off at you in sharp anger I had a great time. I made some new connections and had some pleasing chats. Then the next week these good feelings of comradeship continued to pour forth; especially in hilarious IVF-semen related tales as swapped with the awesome J---.