I'm Often Seen Dragging Ass

His name is Dave. This will be another of those "observations of people in my life" pieces I've been writing. Pieces? Blogs. Whatever.

Dave is around 6'3" and 170 pounds. Like most thin guys, he over-estimates his weight constantly (I do it too). He's moderately strong, though it's all centered in his arms. He's pretty out of shape because he never excersizes on his own.

Dave was my best friend here at Vincennes. Which isn't saying much. After the must lauded Frank/Mike break up... he was basically the only one left. So I clung to him, accepted him, and let down my barriers because I need human companionship.

In the interim, Dave has become a bully, an asshat, and a general ogre. He argues and fights about everything... there is no topic too trivial to start a fight over. I state an opinion about the weather, and he just automatically disagrees. He refuses to budge an inch on anything he's made his mind up about (re: everything).

I cannot have anything in my life without Dave critiquing it. He has an opinion about everything, and he refuses to hear any others. He's so maddeningly confident in his own obscure, idiosincratic meaninglessness that he cannot imagine a world beyond his envisioning.

Dave is also the most impolite and inconsiderate person I know. He knows the social mores and refuses to abide by civility. He is abrupt and abraisive, and overtly confrontational. He stews at every percieved slight, and acts as if his own infringements are nothing. He ignores my requests for even mild behavioral modification, in preference for his own illogical, inscrutable behavior.

One of the things I get least about Dave the fact that he hates his father for being a bully, for being illogical, and for being a jerk. However in every way he emulates his father. It is a sad, sobering, and uncomfortable reality.

Dave and I's friendship has been over for some time. Despite my attempts to remedy things, he will not change. I will not throw myself to the lions for someone so undeserving. I see a sad, unhappy future for him. But let it be known: I have never been rude to him out of spite or anger. There was a time when I laughed with him. Not anymore.