u/Ok-Radish-6

Yo ive seen so many people in this sub hating/bashing on wake up lucki and i dont get it?
Its honestly such a good album, none of the beats are repetitive, his flow is on point in every single song, not a single miss on the whole tape

please tell me why yall dont like it im really tryna understand it

Hey,
I almost never post on Reddit, but I figured it might be smart to get a few outside opinions for once.

Objectively, there’s nothing in my life that’s wrong or heading in a direction I don’t like. I’d say I was born into a pretty privileged starting position.

My dad owns his home plus two rental units, and since I was 16 I’ve had my own place up in the attic, rent-free. Wonderful relationship for about 3 years now. She basically lives with me.

I was always terrible in school, simply because I had zero interest in the subjects. Because of a loophole in the system I was able to skip my senior year of high school, and I’ll likely finish my bachelor’s in AI/ML by the time I’m 19. The program is 100% online, so I can also get up whenever I want.

Together with my cousin I’ve rented an office, originally just to do my uni work there, but by now we’re building several projects together. Everything from voice agents for internal use to financial algorithms, which are our “main thing.” We both recently set up our own LLCs. On top of that I keep a good relationship with the founder of my university, who’s also a client. I’m building out several parts of the marketing funnel for him and a partner school, to squeeze more profit out of the ad spend they’re running anyway.

I’m at the office 7 days a week, usually 9 to 12 hours, and afterward I often keep working in bed.

Conservatively, my projects bring in around $3,000 to $3,500 net a month, with maybe $550 in fixed costs for loan payments, subscriptions, etc.

Why this post?

Every day when I come home, no matter how much progress I’ve made, no matter how much I’ve worked, I feel nothing. No joy, no sense of accomplishment, I’m not proud of myself, I don’t pat myself on the back. And when other people do it, it just feels uncomfortable. I just think about the next things that need to get done, like I can’t rest for even a second.

I turn down stuff like going to the movies, the lake, cookouts, basically by default. As weird as it sounds, I don’t have the energy for it.

For the past few months I’ve also had very little contact with friends. By now I’ve cut off almost all of them, for the simple reason that I just have no urge to spend time with them.
Every day “the snowball gets bigger” and I’m in a situation that’s nearly ideal for the financial and mental growth that almost feels predestined. I keep trying to remind myself of that.

In the end: I’m just not satisfied. I love my work, I literally disappear into it, but everything else somehow keeps falling away, and gets harder for me too. I barely spend time with my parents, my grandparents, old friends, etc.

Every night I feel this damn sense of dread. Like I’m giving up everything for nothing, even though objectively that’s not the case. Like there’s a little guy inside me holding an absurdly sharp spear, who skewers me from the inside the second I so much as hint at slowing down or standing still.

So I’m asking you guys. What do you think this is?

Impatience? Overconfidence? Addiction? Cope? I don’t know.

Feel free to ask me anything. If this is the wrong sub, please point me somewhere better.

Thanks a lot!

Hey,
I almost never post on Reddit, but I figured it might be smart to get a few outside opinions for once.

Objectively, there’s nothing in my life that’s wrong or heading in a direction I don’t like. I’d say I was born into a pretty privileged starting position.

My dad owns his home plus two rental units, and since I was 16 I’ve had my own place up in the attic, rent-free. Wonderful relationship for about 3 years now. She basically lives with me.

I was always terrible in school, simply because I had zero interest in the subjects. Because of a loophole in the system I was able to skip my senior year of high school, and I’ll likely finish my bachelor’s in AI/ML by the time I’m 19. The program is 100% online, so I can also get up whenever I want.

Together with my cousin I’ve rented an office, originally just to do my uni work there, but by now we’re building several projects together. Everything from voice agents for internal use to financial algorithms, which are our “main thing.” We both recently set up our own LLCs. On top of that I keep a good relationship with the founder of my university, who’s also a client. I’m building out several parts of the marketing funnel for him and a partner school, to squeeze more profit out of the ad spend they’re running anyway.

I’m at the office 7 days a week, usually 9 to 12 hours, and afterward I often keep working in bed.

Conservatively, my projects bring in around $3,000 to $3,500 net a month, with maybe $550 in fixed costs for loan payments, subscriptions, etc.

Why bother even posting you might ask?

Every day when I come home, no matter how much progress I’ve made, no matter how much I’ve worked, I feel nothing. No joy, no sense of accomplishment, I’m not proud of myself, I don’t pat myself on the back. And when other people do it, it just feels uncomfortable. I just think about the next things that need to get done, like I can’t rest for even a second.

I turn down stuff like going to the movies, the lake, cookouts, basically by default. As weird as it sounds I don’t have the energy for it.

For the past few months I’ve also had very little contact with friends. By now I’ve cut off almost all of them, for the simple reason that I just have no urge to spend time with them.
Every day “the snowball gets bigger” and I’m in a situation that’s nearly ideal for the financial and mental growth that almost feels predestined. I keep trying to remind myself of that.

In the end: I’m just not satisfied. I love my work, I literally disappear into it, but everything else somehow keeps falling away, and gets harder for me too. I barely spend time with my parents, my grandparents, old friends, etc.

Every night I feel this damn sense of dread. Like I’m giving up everything for nothing, even though objectively that’s not the case. Like there’s a little guy inside me holding an absurdly sharp spear, who stabs me from the inside the second i even hint at slowing down or standing still.

So I’m asking you guys. What do you think this is?

Impatience? Overconfidence? Addiction? Cope? I don’t know.

Feel free to ask me anything. If this is the wrong sub, please point me somewhere better.

Thanks a lot!