A few weeks ago, I discussed with you all how sometimes I can be a little bit of a hater.
And luckily,
this isn't that big of a deal
because 99.9% of the time I'm hating within the privacy of my own mind.
It's not hurting anyone, right?
Wrong.
It is hurting myself.
Because in the moment, being a hater feels so good, it's satisfying,
it's addicting, it's exciting, it's exhilarating, it feels so good.
But long term, it's.
It has negative consequences.
Okay?
It negatively impacts my self esteem, it negatively impacts the way I see the world.
Long term, it's bad news, right?
And I know being a hater is wrong, but it's something that I'm prone to doing.
For whatever reason, I've always liked it.
I've always liked, I don't know, like, just picking on things.
I've also always loved picking on myself.
But that's a topic for another day.
It's like ingrained in me for whatever reason, but I know it's wrong.