By Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus · Follow: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram
A few years back, during our first tour of the Mapleleaf North, we stood amid alphabetical rows of endless bookshelves, basking in a Calgary bookstore’s fluorescent glow, answering questions at the end of our talk in front of a few hundred smiling Canadians.
It happens in almost every city. Someone projects their fears, expectations, and insecurities onto us: You guys aren’t real minimalists because…
You drive a car.
You own a smartphone.
You sell books.
You … whatever.
It happens so frequently that we’re now inoculated to the criticism. Whenever you do something meaningful, people will judge you. So what? Let them. Judgment is but a mirror reflecting the insecurities of the person who’s doing the judging.
But this time—in this Albertan bookshop—was different.
Toward the back of the crowd, a man in his mid-forties raised his hand and, in an aggressive tone, said, “I don’t have a question—I have comment.”
The crowd hushed, waited.
“I had to get rid of my bed because of you two,” the heckler said.
“Excuse me?” Ryan said.