Hate-mail Makes Me Smile and I’ll tell you why

This really is funny to me and I can’t help but laugh at everyone trying to save my soul, or just spew the vomit of negativity at me. What they really don’t realize is that I like the hate mail. It is like a good luck charm. Every time I get hate mail, its the same cycle of events. I get the hate mail, consider answering but decide that its not worth dealing with the closed minded or just flat out depressed pathetic ones that are projecting their own unhappiness at me. Its kind of sad how jealous they are of my life, my freedom to be me and my success. They tell me they feel sorry for me, that I’m going to hell, and even try to insult my mom or how she raised me. They say I can do better, that I don’t have to be exploited. Well, yes I do! I’m an exhibitionist and since I’m exploiting myself, I’m my own victim. Aw, isn’t that sad, I’m mistreating myself, living a fantastic life, happier than I have ever been, growing my company to new heights, expanding into writing, directing, producing and mainstream acting. Wow, life is really shit for me huh? Well, when they email, I realize I can do better and in a way fuels the fire that has been lit under my ass to succeed in every way possible. I then take the energy I would have spent on them and apply it to my work, my marketing, my blogs with renewed vigor. I bet if they knew, they would be 3 times as angry too. This also makes me smile…sadistically . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!