The Arrogant Man

I saw a very irritating man this afternoon. He was one of the most arrogant, prideful, conceited men I have ever seen; it was practically painful to watch him. In every act he showed himself to be filled with his own ego. He drove those around him into the dirt with the words he spoke and the things he did, caring not an ounce for them or their feelings.

This man was also hateful. As I saw him speaking to those near him, he spat words of contempt at all those around him. That was just it--he spoke at people, rather than to them. It was as if he considered his words to be of far more importance than any of the words hovering over his hears. His actions toward his friends showed that he really cared nothing for them; I pitied his friends. They obviously cared for him and wanted what was best for him. He spewed venom nonetheless.

The worst part of that man, though, was how fake he was. I could see it in his eyes; they told a story all their own. His lips uttered opposites. He said what he did not mean. I watched as he put on a glamorous show. He lived as if he were one who deserved to be seen--who must be seen--because of his grand actions, deeds, and thoughts. But one look at his eyes, the only truthful organs in his body, and I knew that inside he was hollow. He had no more substance than a marshmallow.

I know it's wrong to hate another in God's image, but I found myself hating that man. I glared at him with unforgiving eyes. But at the same time I felt sorry for him. Living a life of pride, contempt, and falsities is something no man should have to do. So, I watched the man until I could watch no more. I had grown sick of him. So, I walked away from the mirror.

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This post required I be in the right state of self-loathing. Unfortunately, I rarely find that state, so I had to write it while dwelling on past states. This one was fun.

~ Jordan