SaxonEpicsauce333
Lifetime of giving up
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- Jan 16, 2026
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So, I’m a 21-year-old dude who, growing up, thought he was definitely going to be some badass hacker. You know, like those guys who wear hoodies and type so fast their fingers are basically a blur. The ones who make bank by exposing security flaws, taking down corrupt corporations, and saving the world one vulnerability at a time. Like a digital James Bond, but better.
But here I am—21 years old, sitting in a Domino’s breakroom with a half-eaten slice of pepperoni in one hand and a pizza tracker app in the other, wondering how I ended up as a delivery guy instead of the next cyberpunk legend.
Let me rewind a bit…
When I was 14, I got a laptop for Christmas. I didn't ask for it. It just kind of happened. I think it was a gift from my parents because they were tired of me breaking their desktop computer every time I tried to "install" something. (I was "installing" malware, okay? Big mistake.)
I was obsessed with tech. More specifically, I was obsessed with hacking. I’d spent hours watching YouTube videos of hackers breaking into databases and controlling entire networks with just a few lines of code. It was like watching a magic trick. I wanted in.
The only problem? I didn’t have any idea how to actually do it. I mean, the tutorials I watched were full of terms like "rooting," "SQL injections," and "Python scripting," and I thought they were just random words that might as well have been in Latin. But I stuck with it. Every night, I stayed up until 3 AM trying to crack the code—literally. But, spoiler alert: I never actually cracked any code.
My "hacking career" was more like a string of embarrassing failures. First, I tried breaking into my own Wi-Fi because I thought it was “too easy” and I needed to test my skills. Big mistake. The Wi-Fi router went into panic mode, and suddenly, my dad’s Zoom calls were lagging out every 5 minutes. Not cool.
Next, I tried to hack a friend's Minecraft server to “prove my superiority.” Long story short: I got banned for “griefing” and got a stern talking-to from the server admin, who was 12. (Yes, a literal child out-hacked me.)
I spent the next few months diving into coding forums, downloading sketchy software, and... well, continuing to fail. But, hey, at least I learned some basic HTML and CSS! Which, ironically, is not what hackers use to break into systems, but it made my personal blog look cool.
By 18, I had pretty much given up on becoming a hacker. I mean, how do you actually get good at hacking? Do I need a secret lair and a government contract? Do I have to go to hacker school? These were the questions I asked myself, but the answers never came.
Instead, I ended up with a part-time job delivering pizzas. You know, for “the experience.” And, sure, it’s not glamorous. It’s not exactly hacking into the Pentagon, but there’s something thrilling about dropping off a pizza to a house with the lights off, hoping the tip is decent, and avoiding the aggressive neighbor dogs.
But, here's the twist: the job actually helped me become really good at one thing—problem solving.
For example, one night, I showed up at a house where the person had given me an address that was a mix of street names, landmarks, and what seemed to be a poorly executed game of Pictionary. Instead of freaking out, I used Google Maps, read between the lines, and managed to find the house after only 30 minutes of driving around the neighborhood.
And that’s when it hit me: maybe this was the hacker life I was meant for. After all, hacking is all about finding creative solutions to problems, right? Pizza delivery is essentially the same thing—except instead of cracking encryption codes, I’m cracking open ranch dipping sauces for the customers who request them.
Now, I’m 21, and while I never became the world’s greatest hacker, I’ve picked up a surprising number of skills. I can navigate the city at night like a GPS, I can troubleshoot Wi-Fi issues (even though I’m still a little terrified of my router), and my delivery skills are impeccable. You need a 30-minute pizza in 15 minutes? No problem. I’m basically a pizza Ninja, and the pizza tracker app is my sidekick.
Also, for some reason, I have an impressive grasp of obscure trivia and an unreasonably high ability to remember customer orders. It's a little like having a photographic memory, but for pepperoni, extra cheese, and 2-liter sodas.
Well, I guess if you’re reading this and you were thinking of becoming a hacker—don’t give up, but also don’t forget that there are plenty of other ways to be a problem solver in life. Like, you could become a pizza delivery guy who’s on the lookout for hackers while you're at it. You know, just in case they need someone to deliver their pizza.
At the very least, I’ll have some extra change and a deep understanding of the importance of keeping your pizza sauce safe from thieves. If that’s not a skill worth having, I don’t know what is.
Anyway, gotta go. Another pizza to deliver. Maybe this time I'll hack the tip and ask for more.
But here I am—21 years old, sitting in a Domino’s breakroom with a half-eaten slice of pepperoni in one hand and a pizza tracker app in the other, wondering how I ended up as a delivery guy instead of the next cyberpunk legend.
Let me rewind a bit…
How It All Started
When I was 14, I got a laptop for Christmas. I didn't ask for it. It just kind of happened. I think it was a gift from my parents because they were tired of me breaking their desktop computer every time I tried to "install" something. (I was "installing" malware, okay? Big mistake.)
I was obsessed with tech. More specifically, I was obsessed with hacking. I’d spent hours watching YouTube videos of hackers breaking into databases and controlling entire networks with just a few lines of code. It was like watching a magic trick. I wanted in.
The only problem? I didn’t have any idea how to actually do it. I mean, the tutorials I watched were full of terms like "rooting," "SQL injections," and "Python scripting," and I thought they were just random words that might as well have been in Latin. But I stuck with it. Every night, I stayed up until 3 AM trying to crack the code—literally. But, spoiler alert: I never actually cracked any code.
My Hacking Journey
My "hacking career" was more like a string of embarrassing failures. First, I tried breaking into my own Wi-Fi because I thought it was “too easy” and I needed to test my skills. Big mistake. The Wi-Fi router went into panic mode, and suddenly, my dad’s Zoom calls were lagging out every 5 minutes. Not cool.
Next, I tried to hack a friend's Minecraft server to “prove my superiority.” Long story short: I got banned for “griefing” and got a stern talking-to from the server admin, who was 12. (Yes, a literal child out-hacked me.)
I spent the next few months diving into coding forums, downloading sketchy software, and... well, continuing to fail. But, hey, at least I learned some basic HTML and CSS! Which, ironically, is not what hackers use to break into systems, but it made my personal blog look cool.
Enter Pizza Delivery
By 18, I had pretty much given up on becoming a hacker. I mean, how do you actually get good at hacking? Do I need a secret lair and a government contract? Do I have to go to hacker school? These were the questions I asked myself, but the answers never came.
Instead, I ended up with a part-time job delivering pizzas. You know, for “the experience.” And, sure, it’s not glamorous. It’s not exactly hacking into the Pentagon, but there’s something thrilling about dropping off a pizza to a house with the lights off, hoping the tip is decent, and avoiding the aggressive neighbor dogs.
But, here's the twist: the job actually helped me become really good at one thing—problem solving.
For example, one night, I showed up at a house where the person had given me an address that was a mix of street names, landmarks, and what seemed to be a poorly executed game of Pictionary. Instead of freaking out, I used Google Maps, read between the lines, and managed to find the house after only 30 minutes of driving around the neighborhood.
And that’s when it hit me: maybe this was the hacker life I was meant for. After all, hacking is all about finding creative solutions to problems, right? Pizza delivery is essentially the same thing—except instead of cracking encryption codes, I’m cracking open ranch dipping sauces for the customers who request them.
Now, at 21, I’m Good at Both
Now, I’m 21, and while I never became the world’s greatest hacker, I’ve picked up a surprising number of skills. I can navigate the city at night like a GPS, I can troubleshoot Wi-Fi issues (even though I’m still a little terrified of my router), and my delivery skills are impeccable. You need a 30-minute pizza in 15 minutes? No problem. I’m basically a pizza Ninja, and the pizza tracker app is my sidekick.
Also, for some reason, I have an impressive grasp of obscure trivia and an unreasonably high ability to remember customer orders. It's a little like having a photographic memory, but for pepperoni, extra cheese, and 2-liter sodas.
So… What’s the Moral of the Story?
Well, I guess if you’re reading this and you were thinking of becoming a hacker—don’t give up, but also don’t forget that there are plenty of other ways to be a problem solver in life. Like, you could become a pizza delivery guy who’s on the lookout for hackers while you're at it. You know, just in case they need someone to deliver their pizza.
At the very least, I’ll have some extra change and a deep understanding of the importance of keeping your pizza sauce safe from thieves. If that’s not a skill worth having, I don’t know what is.
Anyway, gotta go. Another pizza to deliver. Maybe this time I'll hack the tip and ask for more.
