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Beware of Minimalism

How I found myself to be a joyless wreck

Minimalism is all the rage. And in a world that’s going to hell under the load we put upon it, it’s certainly high time to cut on your consumption. Cleaning out your place is supposed to bring monk-like inner peace and mental strength. Getting rid of unnecessary clutter, stupid “fake” friends and minimizing everything you have down to the bare minimum and only your most favorite things sounds like the genius antidote for a whole generation of minimalist hipsters to flee hyper-consumerism of boomer-world, right? Right!

Here’s what happened to me

I’m a thoughtful person and have always been very introvert and selective about the people I deal with or even call my friends. So, this was my starting point. A natural thing. Just having few, well selected friends.

While growing up, I became even more selective. People might even call me a hermit or recluse. Or arrogant, to be honest. People either straight up liked me a lot, because when opening up I can be very charming, friendly and warm, or they couldn’t stand me. Something, I always took pride in being “authentic” about what kind of personality I have.

I felt different my whole life. In a positive sense, I’m not holding back here and completely honestly say: I felt better…