Hypocrite

I was assaulted by the bold and offensive aroma of excessive hairspray, spiky (prickly) hair, skinny jeans, jazz hands, and pointy shoes and I felt nauseated. But then I wonder whether the nausea was due to my repulsion of the shallowness of these people or because I was jealous of their excellent and socially commended appearance. Giving it some further thoughts, I ended up repulsed myself for being jealous of people that I find repulsive. So, today I learn that it is much more fun to be an obtuse hypocrite rather than a hyper-conscious one.