A (slightly) hypocritical rant about "That Guy"

It never ceases to astound me how (un)intentionally obnoxious people can be, especially whenever they try to be nice. The name that is the start of all of this is "That Guy".

I was at the gym with my friend Adam when a friend of his approached us. I didn't know the guy and anyways they started talking and instantly I'm ignored by "That Guy". That's fine, I don't have to be involved with everything. That said, the guy was an ass. Barely acknowledging me when I was present, he REALLY acknowledged me when he said "So what, did you drag THAT GUY to the gym today?".

A few things.

A) My friend and I are about equally as scrawny as the other, i.e. no obvious physical difference between us besides the fact that he's taller. By assuming HE had to drag ME to the gym implies that there is some discrepancy between us when really, there's not.

B) I invited Adam to the gym that day, NOT the other way around.

C) The guy blatantly disrespected me by harshly judging me right off the bat and then deeming me insignificant and therefore unimportant to know.

Now, the guy could have been an Asshole. That's fine. There are many in the world and god knows I'm probably one of them. The reason I remember this time quite vividly is because this keeps happening.

I work at a restaurant. The very first thing I tell my tables is my name. Most people remember, which is fine. That said, whenever people blatantly don't pay attention to me, that's an issue. I've had tables before refer to me as "Guy", "Friend", "Buddy", "Chief", "Boss", and once, "Trevor".

I suppose the whole point of this rant today is to point out the fact that while I have been referred to by such names, it wasn't to intentionally insult me or anything of that matter. Rather, they just wanted a neutral term that would be "acceptable" to refer to me as whenever they didn't listen to me in the first place.

I've taken a roundabout way to say to respect one another. Everyone has their own thoughts and reactions, and mine is only one of a million. A day is made up of a million tiny insignificant moments that, combined, create an outlook towards life. This is just one of those things that, in a perfect world for me, would include at least some form of respect towards ones individuality and furthermore, their identity.