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I admit to being indifferent. I am indifferent to those who look down at me. To those who think they are better and holier than thou. I am indifferent to those who look up to me. To those who ogle and try to be impressive, when clearly they're not. just mere fools they are. I prefer to spend my time with people who mind their own business as I do with mine. Those who have other things going on in their lives than just their own little world. 

Psychology tells us that when there are things we hate, we should look into the core of ourselves instead. But should there always be a reason? Should everything need to be explained? If we do not know the reason, then we do not truly understand. Is this a panacea? Should there even be one?