I have a confession to make. Nothing gives me more pleasure than making people happy; making someone feel understood and appreciated. That is how you make connections with other living beings. Empathy.
Now I’m not sitting here saying I am holier than thou.
What point I’d like to drive home is the fact that I don’t understand why some people derive any accomplishment by hurling insults or putting another person down to elevate themselves in some authoratative fashion.
It may be the primal instinct we possess where we revert to the survival of the fittest mentality that in today’s society just, in my opinion, isn’t practical.
I’m talking about bullies. Bullies are the kinds of people who really get under my skin. Bullies infuriate me. I literally cry when I hear stories of bullying that drives some children to take their own lives. It is horrific and is not the way we as human beings are suppose to live. So it angers me when I encounter bullies. But, I have learned my anger only compounds on itself and doesn’t solve anything.
Bullies put people down because they are afraid to place their narcasistic judgement where it belongs. Which is towards their own faults and insecurities.
Now a bully will never confess their own problems, which in itself is the problem. Introspection takes humility and prideful people fail to put themselves in other people’s shoes or empathize.