In younger days, brash was a decent word to describe this author.
Opinionated, argumentative, out-spoken would be others.
Teenage male I suppose would sum it up more neatly.
Specifically, I had little regard for people I viewed as idiotic. Very little tolerance for those I did not agree with or whoever I viewed as vapid, materialistic, arrogant or snobby.
I think it was born from silence in my family life – feeling as though, to some who were supposed to be closest to me, that my voice carried no respect or value. From here, I think I tried to assert myself with strangers. Fiercely loyal to friends, incredibly dismissive of others.
I don’t think that I thought those I didn’t like had anything to teach me – except to be their polar opposite.
As time has passed and I’ve continued to mature, and mellow, I’ve realized that, in many ways, it’s the people that you don’t particularly connect with, or agree with, that you can learn the most from. Through reflection and circumspection, born of respect for the right of others to have opinions of their own, your own views of the world can be solidified, understood or changed as needs be.
Self-respect and appreciation can only materialise deeply within one’s self when one has tolerance and respect for a range of people – and viewpoints. It is here where self-doubt and flagellation dies – when you realize that everything you detested about yourself previously can be viewed completely differently from a view-point that you’d previously never considered, or entirely ignored.