When you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Something inexplicable pisses me off about the attitudes of certain “minimalistic” fashion bloggers. I used to ignore but recently their attitude puts me off. I can’t quite put my hand on it besides saying that it’s a combination of snooty hypocrisy, constant repetition of what minimalism should be and excuses such as “I’m not claiming that I’m anywhere near a minimalist (or to that extent)” when it’s clear that they certainly view themselves as such. But it’s not just these qualities alone that make me angry. It’s the ignorance, almost sincerity, of these bloggers that elicits this strange rage. Are they that unconscious of it all?

I’m still scared by the way. Numb and intensely afraid.