Just because you quit doesn’t mean hope is dead, asshole.

Have you ever met one of these miserable motherfuckers? The ones who walk into a room, and before they even open their crusty-ass mouths, you can feel your soul shriveling up like a raisin in Satan’s asshole? Yeah, those people. The prophets of doom. The apostles of “I’ve tried it, it didn’t work.” The fucking high priests of hopelessness.

These bastards operate on one core principle: If they couldn’t do it, then neither can you. Doesn’t matter if they half-assed it, didn’t try, or fucked up so spectacularly that their failure became an urban legend. If they failed, the universe has spoken. It’s over. Nobody is allowed to even dream about it anymore.

Hope? That’s Illegal Here.

These fucking dementors don’t just stop at their own misery. No, they need to make sure you feel it, too. Let’s say you get a little spark of excitement, maybe you want to start a business, learn an instrument, travel, or hell, even switch jobs. Here they come, waddling over with their dead-eyed stare and their “words of wisdom.”

“Oh, you wanna do that? Yeah, I tried it once. Didn’t work out.”

Okay, cool, Gary. You also microwaved a fucking burrito with the wrapper still on and almost burned down your kitchen. Maybe the problem isn’t the thing, it’s you.

“Yeah, man, the industry is so competitive. You’ll never make it.”

Oh wow, Brenda, thank you for your insight. Tell me more about how your only accomplishment in life is keeping a pet goldfish alive for six months.

These people act like they’re just “telling it like it is” or “keeping you grounded.” B “llshit. They’re just projecting their own pathetic little fears onto you because they don’t have the guts to admit they’re the ones who gave up.

The Difference Between Reality and Just Being a Fucking Dick

Look, I’m not saying naive optimism is the way to go. There’s a difference between realistic advice and being a dream-snuffing pile of human garbage. A good friend will tell you, “Hey, here’s what you might need to prepare for.” A pessimist will say, “Nah, it’s impossible, don’t bother.”

One helps you navigate obstacles, the other pisses in your cornflakes.

The worst part? These assholes actually think they’re being helpful. Like they’re saving you from making some horrible mistake. No, motherfucker. You’re just scared of looking in the mirror and realizing you gave up too soon.

Why Do They Do This Shit?

Because hope is fucking dangerous to these people. If you succeed, it forces them to confront the fact that maybe they weren’t destined to fail, perhaps they just quit too early. And they hate that.

So instead of self-reflection, they try to kill your dream before it even leaves the fucking driveway.

You know what you do with people like that? You ignore the fuck out of them. Treat their words like dogshit on the sidewalk, acknowledge it just long enough to step around it, and keep going. Because at the end of the day, your life isn’t a democracy. Their vote doesn’t count.

Hope is a motherfucker, but it’s the only thing that keeps people moving. And the second you let some burnt-out, cynical dipshit take that from you, you’re just as fucked as they are.

So the next time some asshole tells you, “Oh, I tried that, it didn’t work,” just smile and say,

“Cool story, dipshit. Watch me.”