Here is the challenge:
Complete school and proof at least you are good at something. Forget about "hoes." Having a prostitute mom is bad enough for you. At least, be something useful before you become politician, that's how you attract people.
Currently, you are rubbing your ego in front of everyone's faces. No wonder you got so many enemies.
Pro tip: back that ego with something brag-able (something you can actually be proud of, and good).
I love football, love to be seen "good" at playing it. I am right-handed, so naturally my primary foot is right foot, but my left foot is much more accurate, more powerful, despite being secondary. I let go a lot of chances, because of that stupid intertwined nerve connections. Moreover, I normally wink with right eye closed, so I can't aim a gun properly with my right-hand set up, so I use left hand to hold the grip and trigger. Because of my basketball upbringing, I went to become the second best keeper in school that actually is 4th best in town.
After I worked, I joined my division's team. In a competition not long ago, I let 11 goals in, in 1 match. So everybody laughed at me, everybody was like "well, lucky us that we have different goalie." But you can't blame them saying that after I hilariously tap a very light kick into my own goal.... or how I clumsily miss a corner kick straight at me (which continued straight through and went inside the goal line).
You see Henrique, everybody got a low point sometimes. You just gotta listen all those fat-bellied schmuck who has no history of playing football/futsal back in school days, talking big, as if they are good at it, while all they do is coach-spectating and football gambling all their life. You just gotta hate those people you judged to be lower than you, but come right back at you, insulting things that you are very proud of. The only lesson here is: yes they are right, I suck, it might be not their place to say that, but they saw it with their own eyes that 11 silly goals were easily scored against this "supposedly good footballer's" goalkeeping. It takes bigger balls to bear the shame rather than resorting to plain denial or violence to show the reckless juvenile side of masculinity (a thing that Lobo once said, rampant amongst the Iberian peninsula dwellers with their volcanic temper).
2 years later (recently), I gave them 0 goals, more than 30++ saves in a match, while my team scored 2 goals from super lucky chance (I know we sucked hard). The opposing team attacker (who happen to be last year's top scorer) praised my goalkeeping. I actually skinned my knee and my elbow in the process, but happy nonetheless. We actually finished decently this year, with less than 5 goals scored against us (lowest ever).