Benedictus Hartmann

My motivation most of the time is hatred and spite. Let's take my neighbor across the street as an example. I don't give a fuck about landscaping, I don't particularly feel good about a well manicured yard and lawn. But you know what the guy across the street has? He has a nice yard and property that he pays a fleet of workers to maintain for him.

So one day I went outside and I looked at my yard which was a bit shabby from the previous owner and I looked at the manicured property of the disgusting shitbag across the street from me and my vision went red with rage. I spent the past two years learning more than I ever wanted to know about lawncare and gardening, I obtained equipment and I put hours of sweat and work into transforming my property into something out of a landscaping magazine. My grass alone makes his property look like dogshit by comparison much less the window boxes I installed, and the landscaping I meticulously crafted.

Now I don't take pride in how nice my property looks. I get lots of compliments and all, everyone thinks I'm just really into landscaping and all of that. No, I don't give a fuck. My motivation was fuck that guy. Fuck that fucking shitbag over there. He's a piece of shit fucking pile of steaming goatshit, and I KNOW he cares a LOT about that little yard of his and now he's getting fucking mogged 24/7 365 days per year by his neighbor, and there's no way he doesn't realize it. No matter what he does he will never muster the energy to eclipse the splendor of my property. He's forced to live looking at his own inferiority, helpless. That's my motivation, that's how I find it.