I stood there in front of the crowd, the stones in their hands glistening in the summer sun.
"I like the new Dave Matthews record," I said loudly but not quite shouting. A stone flew up from the back of the crowd, barely missing my head. Then another more direct throw struck my leg; then another my shoulder. They hurt.
"I'm not mad about the new Dropbox pricing and I like the new features they added to justify their price hike." Three rocks flew at me simultaneously. They all connected, whap, whap, whap.
"I occasionally pray for Donald Trump," I said, wincing. A rain of stones flew from the crowd. I turned away. One hit the back of my head. It hurt. I instinctively yelled defensively, "Mostly that his terrible decisions won't ruin the country or the world in unreconcilable ways!" I heard some curious "Oh"s from the audience.
"Having an account on Facebook is unconscionable!" I shouted. Ouch.
"Most assholes are just afraid of something!" I yelled. A few scared stones flew.
"We're all doing the best we can, given the circumstances!" I screamed, the taste of blood forming in my mouth from the trickle flowing down my face. I heard some "Huh"s from the crowd, but no projectiles were launched.
I guess not all my weird opinions are unpopular.