Okay, there’s a book with the same title as mine, so you might think this is a review. If you were in my position, you might wonder how this content is related to my blog. Anyway, first of all, it’s not a review, and yes, this article is also not related to my blog.
I’m happily unemployed right now, or if you want to sugarcoat it, I’m a university student. Anyway, I don’t give a fuck about anything at the moment, and I’ve realized my happiness has increased twofold. No, maybe threefold, or even fourfold!
In the COVID era of 2021, I was writing another blog, which I’ve now given up on because it was a disaster. I was a newbie writer, and honestly, I sucked. Now that I’m back, I can say that without any doubt.
And of course, I needed readers from around the world for my shitty blog. I was really young at that time, and yes, I’m talking like I’m 40 now, but I was just 15 in 2020, and now I’m 20. Anyway, I had high hopes like any teenager, but I was grounded enough to know I wouldn’t get rich or successful from this. At least not that quickly.
My primary advertising method was simple: write the damn post and share it on Reddit. Everyone knows how harsh people can be on Reddit, especially the so-called masterminds. I don’t plan to share this article on Reddit, but if someone from there reads it now, I’m sure they’ll take note of this part and be ready to refute it.
Being a teenager has its drawbacks. I wasn’t experienced enough to create great content, but I was trying my best. I don’t expect people to like it just because I was trying; that would be ridiculous. If it sucks, please say it sucks so I can improve.
People called my content trash over and over. At first, I was a bit sad because I was hoping at least one person would tell me my article was fine, but no one did. However, I read all the comments and took notes to improve my content. After three years, some of my work was actually pretty good, or at least not trash.
My personality changed over time; I didn’t stay the same; I was evolving. One day I reached my limit of giving a fuck. I still read comments, take notes, and improve what I think isn’t good, and sometimes I share my work in groups so people can point out problems and I can interact with them. I like hearing other opinions as long as they’re not ignorant, but I stopped caring emotionally about the comments (Okay, I’m not saying I was crying over comments, they only affected me for about five minutes.).
After a while, I realized most comments were just bullshit. Yes, they were negative, but they offered no benefits for me. Pure negativity wasn’t improving me either. After a year, I realized no one in this fucking world will appreciate you if you do something good. If you don’t get any comments or compliments about it, your product or content is probably good. If you get bad comments, it’s either just bullshit or some valid points for improvement. So why should I give a fuck about comments? If I get ten comments and nine of them are trash, but one gives me knowledge, I’ll take that. I don’t say, “I don’t give a fuck about anything,” but sometimes you should sit in your chair and say, “Yeah, man, I don’t give a fuck.”
I was probably seeking validation when I was a kid, which is common. But now, seriously, who cares what others think about my content or me? Curse me, curse my content, or just kill yourself. Neither of those is my problem. I’ll still read it, take what I need, and continue my life.
Okay, now you might say, “I already know this,” or “Is that all?” Yes, that’s all. If you know it, congratulations, we share the same opinion. You maybe didn’t like it, that’s also okay. If you can prove why you didn’t like it and provide good reasoning and suggestions, I can take it seriously. But I’ll still keep my way; otherwise, it would be you writing this shit, not me.
Wow, now I realize I still suck at writing, actually. Lol.