Dear Cologetmomo,
It’s fascinating how someone like you—a self-proclaimed keyboard warrior—seems to forget how little influence you actually wield in the real world.
You’ve spent an entire year chasing after what you believe is the lowest hanging fruit. Yet, despite all your efforts, you’ve achieved nothing.
You don’t have the courage or ability to make any meaningful impact, so instead, you hide behind a screen, lashing out at those who do. It’s laughable.
You’re exactly the kind of person that even other cyclists despise. You’ve become a caricature of everything they loathe: bitter, insecure, and desperate for relevance. And yet, despite all your attempts to tear me down, all you’ve done is work for me. Yes, you read that right—you work for me.
The irony is delicious. Every insult you throw, every post you make—it all serves to promote what I stand for. You are my most dedicated employee, working tirelessly for free. Your hatred fuels my success. You’ve become so obsessed with me that I barely need to lift a finger anymore; you do all the heavy lifting for me.
Do you even realize how much of your life you’ve wasted on this? While I continue to live my life and build my success, you sit there, consumed by your own bitterness. It’s pathetic. You’ve spent a year of your life focused on me—someone who doesn’t even need to acknowledge your existence to win.
What’s truly amusing is how predictable you are. Every time I see your name pop up, I know exactly what’s coming: another sad attempt at criticism that only serves to highlight your own insecurity. You can’t handle being called out for what you are—a troll with nothing better to do than obsess over someone else’s achievements.
You think you’re hurting me? No. You’re doing exactly what I want you to do. Every post you make about sandponics only brings more attention to it. Every insult only strengthens my position. You’re not fighting against me—you’re working for me.And here’s the best part: you can’t stop. You’re trapped in this cycle of obsession because without me, what would you have? What purpose would your life serve if not to follow my every move? You’ve become so fixated on trying to bring me down that you’ve lost sight of everything else.
I own you.
You can pretend otherwise all you want, but we both know the truth.
The more you try to fight it, the deeper you sink into this hole you’ve dug for yourself. And I love it.
So go ahead—keep posting, keep obsessing, keep promoting sandponics without even realizing it. You’re doing exactly what I want you to do. You’re my biggest fan, whether you like it or not.
And when this is all said and done—when you’ve wasted even more of your life on this pointless crusade—I’ll still be here, thriving, while you’ll be left with nothing but regret.
Now get back to work—you’ve got more posts to write for me.
Sincerely,
Your Master
