You know them. Maybe you are one.
I do not like them.
There were two unfriendly men that lived in my apartment building.

But then one day a friend said to me: you live in the penthouse, man...you pay extra. Who cares?
Because - I do. I know it is annoying.
There is one jackass that still lives here. The first time I saw him, I said hello and he looked past me and did not acknowledge me. Fine. He did not hear me or he had a bad day.
The second time...same thing. Fine. Strike TWO.
The third time he developed a new skill where he simply looked to the wall as he passed me on the stairwell. This is retarded behavior.

He is a tall man, extremely thin, without much pigment and a tiny head. Therefore - I could beat him up and I am far better looking than him.
When people of greater stregth and looks take the time out of their day to say hello to the lessers:
1. One should respond as though another member of society has spoke and in the society I am familiar with: this is NOT overlooking them or turning your head 90 degrees to avoid eye contact.

Really...it comes down to this: I am obsessed with being well liked. When people don't like me - I freak the fuck out. First I take it all in. Blame it on myself, my actions, I dig through history trying to figure out what I did wrong. When I come up with the fact I did not kill your dog or mother - well then you lose. You are the dicksandwich.