Please Don't Let Me Win The Lottery

I'm going to say something terrible about my family in a second, and I'm sure they wouldn't be happy if they read it. I don't care though. I mean it.

I honestly hope that I never win the lottery.

That's not really a problem for me. I almost never buy a lottery ticket. Unless I just so happen to be standing at a place that sells lottery tickets, the jackpot is over $100 million (because seriously, what would I do with less than $100 million) AND someone just handed me back a few dollars change. Considering I pay for almost everything on my credit card, this situation does not present itself often. So, I think my hope of not winning the lottery has a good chance at coming true.

Now onto the mean part.

I honestly hope that no one in my direct family ever wins the lottery.

Sorry Mom, Dad, brother, sister. I hope you never hit the big one. That removes any possibility that they would give me any sizable portion of their winning.


Why do I hate the possibility of winning the lottery so much? It's not congruent. I want to build my empire. I love the hustle. I love the thrill of the build. I love the climb. I love the underdog story. I love putting in the hard work. I love doing the impossible.

If fuck-you money was handed to me on a silver platter, I would be devastated. It would rip at every fiber of my being. It would destroy my belief system and self worth. That's not how it's supposed to happen.

This is the honest truth. I know you're thinking one of two things: (1) this dude has totally gone off the deep end or (2) bullshit. I'm completely serious though. What other people dream about is my nightmare. I'm a builder, and I want to build.