Where is the regard?

 Did you hear what that guy said? 

He just said it again. He knows what he's doing when he says it, too. 

He does it every time. He comes in here, says what he says, does what he does, every god-damned time.

Unbelievable. 

He does it as if nobody in the room is even there. 

Regardless.  

He does it without even the slightest regard. 

Here's the thing: Regard matters. We all know that. 

But here he is yet again, doing it with absolutely no regard. He's willfully regardless. 

The thing is, if he only lacked regard, that would be one thing; but he doesn't even know what regard is. 

And that's where I draw the line.

That's the crux of the problem: an inexcusable lack of regard. Whenever regard's concerned, people should regard it. That's self-evident. We all understand this. 

So, like I said, that's the line. We all know when a guy's crossed it. A guy should know if he's crossed it. If he doesn't know, he's a retard. 

And, the thing is, I'd excuse a guy if he were just a retard, but this particular guy's no retard. He's an asshole.

And it's not like he just started doing this. Look at what else he's done. Look at what else he's said. He's been at this for a long time. He's perfected it. He's a professional jacksass. With him, there's always an angle. 

If that guy did me a favor, he'd expect a thank you. He'd do me the favor with the purpuse of extracting a 'thank you' from me. Like doing me a favor was the same as doing a favor to himself. He'd expect me to do him two favors in return. And the worst part of the whole thing is that I'd never hear the end of it. 

I'd rather the guy not have helped me at all. There, I said it. Fuck that guy and the horse he rode in on. 

Did I ever get a thank you? You know the answer to that. 

Did he ever thank me? You know he didn't. 

Does he even know what thankfulness that means?  You and I both know the answer.

But I don't like to be that way.

It's not entirely his fault that he's a asshole. 

I blame his mother.