Remember the real confidence of people who could provide for themselves? Your great grandmother, maybe, if she knew that she could shoot a deer that got into her garden, cut off the good parts, dry and salt the meat, and knit clothes afterward? Or maybe just Grandpa, who knew that he could handle clubbing a couple guys who'd tried to break into his shed?
Or the desperately poor, who know that they can withstand near-starvation and exposure, and still keep their minds? Or the super-wealthy, who know that, in any given situation, they can exploit stupid masses' sensibilities, manage complex social networks, and thrive?
That real confidence, of knowing that you could survive in an entirely different world, cut off from all the circuses and trinkets. They've got that. That's why they're so seemingly brazen.
Some of the soldiers and cops, who know that they can take orders, take punishment, get treated like dirt, fight and struggle, and survive. Farmers who know they can actually grow, recycle, and protect, by hand.
So few of them left, with real confidence. Most people now are in-betweens, stuck in a terrifying limbo world where the things they know how to do are disconnected from reality. Their skill sets are utterly dependent on the World As It Is; on society maintaining a certain kind of worldwide network that allows them to survive, barely, in a razor-thin niche. They look with fear upon the few people still alive who remember the Old World--and the few warriors and dark lords still among us--wondering at, and fearing, that animalistic nature; that eerie confidence.