Thread by @SCHM7DT

Something I don't do enough on here is share personal stories and shit like that. Got a rare one for y'all today.

Let's call it

"The real reason I got into online business"

Not gonna lie, it's pretty long.

Definitely vulnerable.

But fuck it.

Story time.

About a year and a half ago I was in my second semester of my sophomore year of college. In a fraternity, living in the fraternity house, drunk all the time, shit grades, honestly it was a blast.

Most fun year of college for sure.

Towards the end of the semester I met this fine ass girl at a concert. Thicc as a bowl of oatmeal, pretty face, definitely a looker. We started talking. Turned out she was in a sorority and lived in the sorority house next door.

How convenient.

So we started hanging out, decently cool girl, family was rich, everything was peachy keen, until eventually we were doing that thing where you're not technically "a couple" but... like, you act like it and basically are.

Long story short:

That went on for a month or two, then I found out her dad owned a big marketing company. I managed to weasel my way into a last minute internship for the summer, pay was like $12/hour, I was into marketing, everything worked out.

After a while tho, I started to realize

This bitch is CRAAAAAZY.

Like, not normal levels of crazy.

Fucking batshit mightneedtobeinstitutionalized levels of crazy.

I won't go into detail but she got super possessive and insecure and shit like that. Now normally BIG NATE wouldn't tolerate that shit. I'd be outta there faster than roadrunner.

Buuuut, this was a unique situation.

* She was hot af
* Her family was rich af (she even took me to an NBA game courtside one time, that shit was fun)
* I had an internship at her dad's company starting the following week

So I was like ight. Maybe I can deal. If anything I just need to keep it going long enough to start this internship (plan B was going back to delivering pizza, not exactly an ideal resume booster).

Then LDOC (last day of class) came.

We had this big darty that day, and she was all crazy and pissed off at me from the night before because I wouldn't sleep over at her place (in her sorority house, in a twin bed, with her roommate in the same room, mind you).

So she's all pissed and we both end up at this darty. I'm not thinking much of it, so I go up and say hey. Then she did some crazy disrespectful shit like shoo me away or something in front of all her friends.

That's when I was like

NOOOOOPE.

Fuck the internship.

Fuck my future.

Fuck her huge ass and double D tatas.

BIG NATE don't play that shit.

So after a full day of binge drinking, she's suddenly over being pissed off and is now begging me to hang out with her.

I'm like ight.

This is it.

Imma do it.

So I tell her to come over.

And, (not gonna lie) not one of my proudest moments, we sat outside and I laid into this bitch for like an hour.

"You're a psychotic bitch" this.

"You've been handed everything you want in life" that.

"You don't know the meaning of NO"

Shit like that.

Bout 2 months of pent up anger and aggression spilled out of me like a fuckin world-ending flood.

So she's crying and begging me for another chance and shit.

I'm like FUCK NOOOO.

But I wanted her to leave me alone and stop crying, so I said we'll talk in a few days.

Few days later I was like, yeah I was dead serious about all that shit I said, this is over.

Swear to God, not 30 minutes later I get a call from her dad's company telling me,

"The spot reserved for your internship is no longer available, thank you for your time."

Cold, bitch. Cold. She got me fired from my internship 2 days before it started. Honestly with everything I said to her, maybe I deserved it. Idk. Either way, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Because from then on I developed a pretty vile hatred for this chick and even her dad's company. Which then motivated me to want to create something of my own and become even more successful than her rich ass dad.

"Success is the best revenge" right?

Aaaaaand that's about the time I started Googling "how to make money online."

A year and a half and thousands of hours of work later, here we are.

That was honestly what pushed me over the edge to start taking action. That + the fear of not being able to land a decent job out of college because my only job experience was working at fucking pizza places.

That was the first domino.

Still got a ways to go before I get to "more successful than her dad" level (bro has like 100 employees), but methinks I'm on the right track.

Anyways, there's a story for ya.

If there's a lesson to be gleaned from this, I'd say it's don't underestimate the power of negative motivation.

That shit is crazy powerful when harnessed correctly.

FIN.