Hey , I wasn't going to share this story.

But fuck it, you guys deserve to know the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

There was a time in my life when I used to give a shit about validation from other people.

I saw how this limited my ability to live authentically and politely say fuck.

I remember when I started working out and went from a gimpy dweeb who needed crutches to get around. To a handsome dweeb with veiny biceps and a sweet & sour personality due to my unique blend of AuDHD.

Through all of that, nobody gave a flying fuck about what I was doing. I swear, I got more criticism for working out and taking care of myself than people do for drinking and doing drugs.

"Monty, you need to have more fun!'

Some call it Fit Shaming, I call it being a fucking retard and I'm already a pro at that.

When I came to Abbotsford, I was placed in a class for kids with learning disabilities class and ESL. I couldn't read properly because words meant nothing to me. I never saw a word as a representation of a symbol.

Looking back at these events and how the people around us do things that unconsciously sabotage us was wake up call.

It was at this realization that it hit me, like an uppercut from Mike Tyson in his prime.

Most of the people we surround ourselves with don't actually want us to win. They're like crabs in a bucket, pulling at down to their mediocrity.

So why am I sharing this with you?

It's simple, because being out there in public can be hard. I post a lot on social media, and some of the things I say are offensive.

When people get offended, it helps both of us because it allows us both to realize we are not a good fit. This is why I say to live authentically, people must risk being offensive.

There were times people said things that bothered me in my comments section of my content.

Through taking the time to mature and put things into perspective, I realized that I really don't give a fuck about what some keyboard warrior has to say.

My head ain't got room to rent for free. It's full of goals and dreams waiting to be accomplished.

The only retard who should be in there for free is me.

So I encourage you all to kick the retards out of your head that are renting space in there for free.

Don't forget to thank them for stopping by, either. Gratitude is a lifesaver.

Thank you for reading,

Monty

P.S. - If you're tired of living in anxiety over your health and finances, then email me back so we can discuss how to put a plan in place to move you forward.