## It’s Just a Joke I’d been working on myself. I hit rock bottom. I was making money but wasn’t happy. I had family, friends, get-togethers—lots of partying. But I was fucking miserable. Miserable because I was willfully procrastinating my own happiness. Ignoring that little voice in my head that showed up every. damn. day. So I detached and started working on myself. The calls stopped. The texts trickled down. I’ll be real—shit got kinda lonely. BUT I was happy. Hard to believe, but it’s true. --- ## The Hot Tub Party I got invited to a hot tub party. I didn’t even want to go. I hadn’t been invited to anything in forever, so ghosting it felt like a dick move. I thought, “I should go.” I didn’t want to take my shirt off— Not because I was insecure, but because it would _cause_ insecurity. Which is hilarious and ironic. No matter what you do, you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. I walk in the door. Before my shirt even comes off, people start commenting: > “Damn, you look insane.” > “Bro, you been busy.” The longer you keep your shirt on, the more dramatic the reveal. And I hate being the center of attention. I don’t even like when people sing happy birthday—everyone smiling and pretending they give a flying fuck? Feels like an eternity. Sure enough, I take the shirt off and the reactions hit: > “Whoa, you look incredible.” > “Bruh, what the hell have you been doing?” Then one dude: > “Yeeeeah… but it’s also just the lighting in here. It’s just good lighting.” And that’s how **itsjustgoodlighting.com** was born. --- ## Human Nature I was offended at first. But once I understood _why_ he said it, I just felt sorry for him. That’s human nature. When you become the best version of yourself, people cope. You become a **mirror**. They don’t hate you—they’re reminded of the parts of themselves they haven’t handled yet. Their perceived inadequacies. The judgement they feel comes from _them_, not you. So they cope. They joke. They downplay. They throw shade. Humans are simple creatures—driven by emotion. It’s always better to laugh at it. I’m not laughing at _him_. I’m laughing at how predictable we all are when our ego gets poked. And yeah—I responded by buying a domain out of spite. itsjustgoodlighting.com. We should laugh at this stuff. And we should help our brothers—you have no idea what they might be going through. —Your Buh-ro, David --- **Feeling this?** Share it, or pass it to someone who needs the mirror.