I don't know about you but I really can imagine Sartre going about Paris, observing and interacting with so many people who at least in their actions towards others offer that they are so grounded and sure of the intricacies of their own existence and thinking, 'I need to prove to these people that nothing they take for granted is certain, that their very selves are transient and malleable and not fixed and static, and that they recreate themselves in every moment because existence precedes essence'. Sartre wanted to show them that they are not what their essence would suggest, but they are in a constant state of flux. This fact, above all others, coupled with the problem that they cannot grasp a 'non-static' conception of being, is the source of existential angst that besieges humans.
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