[ WP ] A man never says thank you—instead he always offers his own “ constructive criticism ” . He thinks he is being helpful , making the world better , but his “ tips ” are rarely enjoyed by their recipients . What happens to him…

`` You could hold the door a bit more open next time, I had to adjust my path to get in! Can nobody hold doors these days?'' 
 
 The woman walked away in disgust. Of course a regular person would probably expect a quick thanks, or even a nod of gratitude. Not Koenraad ( pronounced Conrad, though he himself will correct you to Cohenraid ) though. 
 
 It always seemed as though Koenraad had a brutal sense of honesty, and no fear of expressing his feelings as such. Like that one time, at his surprise 6th birthday party, he screamed at everyone for the party, claiming he did n't like surprises. In the 8th grade, he told his teacher that she was `` too passive and did n't have the courage to fail anyone'' when she gave him 2 extra points on his average to keep him from failing. The stories continue. Like the time he told his first girlfriend that she was selfish when she stood up for them to a bully. When Kornraad turned 18, he received a 69 Mustang Boss; this car was a perfect specimen of a muscle car. A beautiful royal blue hue, gold accents and all. This thing rode like Revere and had power like Tyson. You know what he told his dad? `` The gas mileage is terrible on this thing, I could never pay for the gas.'' I shit you not. The kid receives and gem and covers it in narcissistic oil. I'm not making this stuff up, it's too ridiculous. In a way I almost feel bad for the guy. His `` gift'' of brutal honesty is more like some disgusting and sick curse. 
 
 I'm legitimately convinced he wants to be gratuitous though. I've seen him with one person who's been able to change his demeanor. This girl Veronica, no Victoria. It was so long ago it's hard to remember, but she had this weird and unique smile. I remember that she was about the sweetest cat I've ever met. And around her, he was different. She completed him, and they were so happy. But it's all gone now. After 2 years together, the incident. We do n't like to talk about it, but she was a drug addict in her early years. She relapsed one night, while Koenraad was at work till late. His hours were just cut, and she was stressed out. She asphyxiated. 
 
 He got worse after that. He was about the most bitter and unforgiving person ever, and I easily could've called him Adolf or Josef and it would've fit him. It culminated a few years ago, which was to my memory was on the 12th anniversary of the incident. He jaywalked across Route 66 ( now I know it was purposefully ). Tractor trailer would've hit him had a passerby, luckily there, not pushed him out of harms way. In true Koenraad fashion, he replied: 
 
 `` Should n't have pushed me away, I've got nothing left anyways. I ai n't nice, nor no good. I'm better dead.'' 
 
 He's a bit better now, living in a home, but my brother's words toll in my ears to this day. 
 
 ( I did this on the spot on mobile, so do n't get on any grammatical mistakes or anything ) 
 

