I really hate insecure people
I've long tried to be understanding about them. I always told myself that insecure people should be pitied, as they are misunderstood enough. I always thought that good upstanding people should help them to build their own fragile self-esteems. Hell, I was certainly as insecure as the next person in high school, but at least I had standards.
However, I find that as I'm getting older, my patience in them is wearing thin. What does it for me is because, without exception, the biggest, nastiest, most obnoxious assholes I've ever met were horribly insecure. I think that people have different ways of dealing with insecurity, and sadly one of the most common is to try to boost their own standing by acting all superior and being complete assholes towards pretty much anyone, except for the one or two "cool" people who they would suck up to in hopes that they could bask in said person's cool aura. How many of you remember the "dissing" era of middle school, in which groups of people with no life would sit together and take turns throwing insults at each other, followed by a smirk, an eye-roll, and an "ooohhhh" sound that when correctly performed sounded like a pregnant hippo. Some people never outgrew that stage.
After going through four years of high school resisting the urge to impale the nearest insecure jerk in the eye with a pencil, I had high hopes that people at Stanford would be above such pettiness in order to shore up frail self-esteems. After all, surely these people are the achievers, the "take charge of my own destiny" type of people, who not only have some measure of confidence, but who have also matured a bit more? For the most part, I wasn't disappointed, except that there are still "those" people here. Sadly, their existence must be a fact of nature or something.
Some of my insecure "friends" would try to affix a fake swagger that wouldn't fool any of their friends, and which certainly didn't fool the girls they were hitting on at parties. Some of them in private would console in me stories of how no girls ever liked them. Some of them in private would confide in me all of their fears and frustrations at how no one wanted to have sex with them. Many of them, however, kept it to themselves.
However, despite constant rejection and failure, they still persist in their vague hope that, "if I act like an asshole, maybe people will like me." They still fail to notice that the only ones laughing are their equally insecure friends. It only gets more annoying when they all make that pregnant hippo sound en-masse.
To those people: let it be known that I've found that the people who are secure in themselves are much more pleasant company to be around in. It has something to do with how they aren't trying to look cool and superficial at the same time, and consequently gain my respect a lot more. Plus, they actually get the girls.