I need to get this off my chest because the sheer delusion is driving me crazy. Every day on social media, I see people posting those generic “Alpha Mindset” videos—you know the ones, with the dark background, dramatic music, and quotes like “Show them your success, not your struggle.” Then you look at the person posting it, and you just have to laugh.
Your entire lifestyle is a joke. You spend four nights a week squeezed into a noisy, neon-lit bar or a packed KTV lounge, shouting over the music to a group of friends who have a collective IQ lower than the room temperature. You guys knock back towers of green tea or cheap beer, and what do you talk about? Absolute trash. Who got blacklisted at which club, who is fighting with their ex, and who got a new tattoo.
Then, around 2 AM when the alcohol kicks in, the “mastermind session” begins. Suddenly, everyone at the table becomes a private equity tycoon. You start discussing how you’re going to open a cafe, start an e-commerce brand, or make a killing on some sketchy crypto token that a “brother” recommended. It’s always about the fastest shortcut, the easiest hack, the magical loophole that will make you a millionaire by next month without you having to do a single day of actual, disciplined hard work.
Newsflash, bro: You are the average of the five idiots you hang out with. If your inner circle’s biggest achievement of the month is hitting a new high score on a drinking game, you are not building an empire. You are just funding the bar owner’s next luxury car while your own bank account stays firmly in the double digits. You stay in that group because it’s easy and comfortable. Nobody calls you out for being lazy because everyone else is just as lazy as you.
We are living in an intense, expensive city, and wealth doesn’t just fall into the lap of people who spend their weekends chasing cheap dopamine and talking cock until the sun comes up. If you genuinely want to get rich, you need to look at your friends and start doing some serious spring cleaning.
Stop wasting your prime years trying to look big in front of people who won’t even remember your name in five years. Swap the club table for a study table. Cut out the dead weight, upgrade your skills, and build some actual mental discipline. If you want a first-class life, stop running with a third-class crowd. End of rant. Going to do some actual productive work now.