Everyone on the Internet secretly hates themselves, at least while they’re on the Internet.
The underground man’s vanity convinces him of his own superiority and he despises everyone; but since he desires such superiority to be recognized by others, he hates the world for its indifference and falls into self-loathing at his own humiliating dependence.
|—||Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground|
So hating everyone becomes, as always, a mirror for hating oneself: as one hates them for their stupidity, one feels one’s own pretense of intelligence to be a fraud, and the same is true for other attributes. One cannot help but admit, even if one manages to maintain real grandiosity, that hating —a deeply unpleasant and unproductive and painful experience— is proof of one’s serious fallibility. One is always aware that one is wasting one’s time, energy, and life despising people who are not similarly tormented, who are enjoying their time.