I've spent years trying to analyze this. Because of insults, humans are the cause of most psychological frustration. I don't insult people, because I generally find no reason to. I find the "act" of insulting another person a waste of time, and it's disrespectful, plain and simple. I get verbally picked on every single day, and it doesn't bother me as much as it use to. What bothered me the most was that I moved to three different states, met knew people, didn't talk much, and people still found a way to verbally belittle me. It's wordwide, it doesn't matter the person, it happens everywhere. No matter if you undisclose everything you like, if you remain silent, it still doesn't work. It has something to do with human insecurity, modern day crisis forming itself into every human being on Earth. Instead of dealing with problems, a more important notion for a person would be to pick on someone else to make themselves feel better. It's a sad concept, I just can't find any joy in making fun of anyone else. This might sound odd, but I lack the need to, in my opinion, instead of insulting another person, I just know for a fact that all of us have flaws, whether we display them or not. I'd rather seek out my flaws, and kill them, instead of put them to the side and make another feel devastated because of my own problems. I think if everyone was nice to everyone else, people would commit suicide out of boredom, I feel that, insulting people, is completely unnecessary.