Your uncomfortable and I am happy...

So I am standing outside the elevator waiting for it to reach the first floor in blue jeans and a quicksilver button up. It reaches me but its already filled with a group of typical males around my age. So I relax and wait for them to exit the elevator. As I stand in my usual (cocky possibly?) stance they all get quiet and stare at me as if they were a bunch of roosters and I am to stand on their house top before they get too. Which is to say they were not happy with me and I said nothing. I casually returned their stare rather then lower my gaze as most men do. As I step on the elevator the last one remarks on my clothes. I had to laugh but I felt no need to retort back.
I have this to say to them. Your insecure and weak and I eat people like you for breakfast. If I exude confidence and it makes you uneasy its because you cannot handle reality. My reality is that I don't care what I look like and I don't care what you think. Your reality is the same old bullshit. If you can feign a friendship long enough to get what you want from that person you will call them a friend. If you can fake it so well that they give you money then they are your best friend. You are never real with anyone and least of all your self. When you see someone who is real and living in the NOW you get defensive and scared. I forgive you but at the same time I am so sad for you. You commit the gravest trespasses against yourself, worse then any you may impose on anyone else. You are tearing your own heart apart for the sole purpose of fitting in. I am sorry I make you uncomfortable but hopefully one day you will get to a point in your life that you will be forced to see reality. You will be at the bottom looking up and then maybe you will see what really matters.