A few days ago I wrote a story to explain my problems related to my drug addiction for the last 3 years. No actually nothing to do with that, it was about a stupid idiot “software engineer living in Dubai” who had rewritten one of my humorous stories and made it her own (her stolen story is now gone btw). She had stolen one of my humorous stories, which was very unique and personal, and you’d have to be really dumb not to realize it.
A few days after I published my explanatory story, I decided to make it eligible for monetization for my writing because it had already been quite successful and I thought it was a shame not to make a few bucks off it. I didn’t expect it to make me so much money:
I don’t think I’m wrong in saying that it made me slightly more money than the story the lady stole from me. In any case, I now live in Dubai and hope to run into her one day on my way to the bakery or the hookers (she’s supposed to be a software engineer living in Dubai).
The boot is on the other foot now
Hot-tempered people will tell me that she was not wearing boots. Yes, but in fact, it has nothing to do with that. The fact is that I am now a millionaire living in Dubai and I still have social problems (one of the two statements is false).
This situation taught me four lessons:
- You cannot predict what’s going to be viral
- Don’t steal the work of others
- I live in Dubai
By the way, I now live in Dubai. Picture of Dubai:
What to do when you are a millionaire too fast
Suffer. Endure. I live in Dubai. Be patient. Get through it and come out stronger. Dubai. I think I’m going to buy a recycled wooden tomb for my grandmother, who is currently resting in a tomb made of non-drinking water for priority reasons.
If you find yourself in the same situation as me, I’m here for you (not really since I’m in Dubai now — did I tell you?).
On the other hand, now that I live in Dubai, my stories will come out with some time difference and if you have any concerns you will have to get in touch with my assistants. Thanks.
PS: I can’t find my grandma’s tomb anymore, I don’t know where she put it.
