I remember back in the day, spending hours crafting replies to a young ABP. Most people didn't get it.
They drifted in from their yuppie simp lives, sipped their pumpkin spice lattes while they sat in front of their macbooks, eagerly mocking the ABP. Some even mocked me and the believers. Some were well meaning, but you could tell they didn't believe. Why? Because it takes one to know one. It takes heart to see heart. Sometimes you had to read between the lines. Sometimes you had to read the sms screenshots between the sms screenshots.
Where are they now? The naysayers. The chest-thumpers. The know-it-alls. The dong measurers. The yuppies with hard words, soft bodies, and soft minds. They drifted away to the next quick fix for their fragile egos.
The jmakins, the El Diablos, the marknfws.
But some of us could see the potential all along. Some of us could see the heart, because we have the heart. Some of us made the investment, and kept on dollar cost averaging, even when it looked hopeless on the outside.
Look at our ABP now. Crushing it. Slingin coffee like a boss, maybe a literal boss soon. On that porpoise. No time for your simp bullshit. Not responsible for your feelings.
ABP is the only influencer the world needs. As long as ABP is around, the lunch pail days are not over yet.