I used to think that the worst people in the world were teenage girls. You see them at the mall… in a herd of kankles and shorts that are a product of hungry thighs. They giggle at everything and attack bystanders with their over-lined eyes like vultures. It wasn't until I got older that I realized it wasn't their age that made them spawns of satin, it is their insecurities. Nothing screams lack of self-worth quite like a pre-pubescent girl trying to fit in.
In adulthood, I have found the same to be true, just with adult obligations these people don't have a flock of likeminded self-conscious individuals to surround themselves with. -So they bring people down on their own accord. I guess when you have nothing, you have nothing to lose. We all have that one friend who needs most help, yet they have the most to say about everyone around them. It's a form of deflection, instead of searching for validation on the inside, they thrive off bringing people down.
I thought I was a nice person because of my upbringing (which I think is a big part of it) but it's also because I always had inherent respect for myself and therefor respect of others. Not that I thought I was the shit, but was confident enough to work on what I could change and accepting the things I couldn't [change]. Don't get me wrong, I can still be a little bitch, but it usually comes when provoked. Before stooping to their level, know they probably think way worse of themselves already. Be a bigger person and keep doing you boo boo. [Taking my own advice]
