I remember my first love,..he was so proud, almost arrogant. Ofcourse, when you’re young, it’s cool to be with the rebel, the jerk..because somehow someone so picky, chose you, and well, you somehow feel special. However, I always remember thinking to myself,…what the heck is this guy so proud of?? He really had no compelling human accomplishments that contributed to the well being of the world, nor did he have any significant physical accomplishments, be it sports, academics, volunteer work, etc. He was actually a punk (and I’ve got great reason to believe, he still is). I guess my point is,…I’m far from self righteous but maybe he wasn’t proud, I guess he was just vein and worked really hard on being this careless guy everyone thought was cool. But did he ever look inside and try to be the guy that he could be proud of? Was that too uncool to do? I find that sad, don’t you?
“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.” (Pride and Predjudice)