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Modesty

There's something to be said about being modest. With my latest internal struggles, it's been about becoming a better "me." One of the things I've been trying to improve is my confidence because I know how much I like confident people, and would like to be one all-around.

So I'm playing pool tonight against a friend. I won against another friend two games in a row, but congratulating him on nice shots he made and the like (but not in an asshole-way). I like to joke around by being cocky because it's really just my way of poking fun at those who truly find a need to be cocky all the time. So I do this against my second friend who now wants to play, and as soon as he breaks and gets a ball in, he makes a smart-ass remark. I don't mind, and brush off the statement for this reason and to make a point about his obvious need-to-be-macho attitude and it's futility when it comes to me.

The point here is that it's good to be modest. I see so many people (this one friend in particular) who find it so necessary to make sure that they feel validated. And that's why I hate truly cocky people-- especially in girls. It just screams insecurity. And it's okay for guys (we have to constantly worry about our dick size or whatever anyways) but in the long run, it still doesn't make the person an enjoyable one to be around.

And unfortunately, their issues go much deeper than a simple sit-down heart-to-heart, so I won't be concerning myself with that. Besides, without people like them, well life just wouldn't be as interesting.