Deaf and Dumb (I'm the Dumb Part)

I've just got to ask:

You ever have someone all but hand you an engraved invitation to tell him something, something you've been subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, trying to get across to him for years? Something you've commiserated with mutual friends about, something that is, in fact, the single most alienating attribute of the fella, bar none, by overwhelming agreement?

And you think maybe you should, in light of recent remarks, seize the opportunity to mention it, maybe a little less subtly this time; but you don't because, fact is, the dude doesn't want to hear it? Is, in fact so obstinately determined not to hear it that if you try to tell him, he's only going to whip it right back around on you? With a vengeance?

But you're kind of depressed about it all the same, because you also know something potentially good is getting lost by you keeping your mouth shut? Plus, why should you shield him from what you really think? Isn't that low, dishonest, and despicable? But then again to hell with it, because why should you waste the time on someone who has so consistently and determinedly displayed this shitty an attitude towards people? Isn't this really a "says more about him than you" thing anyway?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.

(Note: Assume nothing based on the gender of the pronouns used in this post. The man and I are just fine, thank you.)