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 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. And so whenever I find myself

in sort of a pattern of hating, I catch myself and I say, okay, we got to stop this. We got to stop

this in its tracks. Even though,

you know, we can't stop it permanently, right? Like, this is something I'm prone to. It'll

probably come back at some point. The best that I can do is stop it for now. And so a few weeks

ago, I had found myself in a pattern of hating.

I had become a hater again.

And I made the decision to work on it and to stop being a hater.

And I'm happy to report to you all that the last few weeks have been miraculous.

And I have eradicated all of the hatred in my body and I'm virtually a saint now.

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