Sunday, August 2, 2020

Here in the Real World

Best thing about being young is that you always think everything will work out and you don't pay a bit of attention to world affairs, because you thought, ah man, all of the older folks will sort it all out. And I really do believe that men mature a lot later than women because I didn't give a crap about pretty much anything until my first son was born in 2000. And that was when I was 32. So I went 32 years just thinking about lifting weights and football and sexy girls. And of course, hunting and Black Labradors. Those two were the most important, by the way.

I guess that I am writing this because I don't like the real world.

In the real world, people steal from you, They actually steal stuff from another person. I will be the first to admit that I grabbed a can of Skoal or two when I couldn't rub two nickels together in college, and that was wrong. But in the last year, I have had someone steal my checks, steal my kayak, steal  my generator and my faith in humans. A workman  stole my checks and signed my name and people accepted the check because they suck , too.  And then he cashed them all over Philadelphia and the cops can't do anything and it is ME who has to get a new bank account and then go on and talk to the fraud department. That happened to me. Or workmen steal your brand new in- the -box- generator when you go to pick up your kid at school. Happened to me, too.

Two guys came over to fix the air conditioning the other day. I stayed with them the whole time. I don't give a shit, I will never leave a worker alone in my house again. Can't trust anybody. And then you have friends who suck and/or people you thought were your friends and then they end up being so..., well so normal. What is normal now to me? Untrustworthy, late, soft, weak, hate America, hate guns, hate family, hate the flag, hate everything that this country was built on and makes it great. That's normal now.  Whatever. All these pedophiles and child trafficking and nobody gives a damn. I threw that one in there,  I really cannot help it. It makes me nuts . Because I won't get crazy about much, but I will get nuts about that. And these cowards wanting to take my guns but they are protected by guns.

"Good enough for ME but not for the peasants." 

Illogical , right?

 And when you see all of that stuff, it burns your eyes, man.

You see people trying to normalize child trafficking and it makes you cry, makes you want to run somewhere where people would string somebody up for talking like that , and I saw something on a major network  the other day about "normalizing" pedophilia. You know that is wrong, correct? That the trafficking stuff is like a 90 billion dollar industry? Your kids. Lots of kids. Don't leave them alone, I am serious. But in many states, try to get a gun to protect them, Takes forever. Meanwhile, alllll the criminals dont have to wait. You see that, right? Thats illogical and makes no sense. Drop your misconceptions and think about it.

You. Alone at night. Someone breaks down the door and is coming upstairs after you. And your kid. What will you do without a gun? He has a gun. He has your kid's lives. Tell him to leave? Ask him gently? Give up your life? Or blow his damn head off? I'll take the last one.

You get it, right? That people who hate America want you to die, right? That there is a radical bunch of folks who wouldn't last ONE DAMN DAY in China, but want the government to be like they are, right? Is that cute to you? Try it for a freaking day. You will go back to your bowl of Lucky Charms in your Mommy's kitchen real damn fast.

Like I said, when you open your eyes, it gets rough. Especially after 40, then you see how messed up everyone really is, and how you think everyone loves you but then you realize that they don't, and it hits you like a ton of bricks that there are actually some people who HATE you! Crazy, but yes, little old me.

 One time, many years ago, I had a whole section of a forum devoted to how much I sucked as a strength coach.  I think we had just won our third championship in a row or something. The posters were kids who were soft as Pillsbury but the problem was that I told them so. Nobody wants to be told that they are soft. What they could have done is risen up and taken the challenge and be strong and be a leader, and.... it messes people up that there is someone in this world who knows that they are a pussy. That no matter how much bravado they display or how much money they make, there is always someone out there who knows. And I know. So you take it and you move on. I have gotten letters and emails from people who didn't like what I had written. Usually they misconstrued what I meant, but whatever. Just move on. Laugh and move on.

So where does that leave us? Freakin' frustrated. But, I understand. I understand how it is, but I don't like it, not one bit. I'm not changing though. I'm just more awake and I don't trust a soul.

That's how it goes, I guess.

All About Being a Lifer

What's a Lifer? Someone who isn't in to something for just a day, a month, a's for life. Whether its training or your family or your doesn't matter. You work at it, you build on it, you see the big picture . You don't miss workouts because it means something to you. You are like a Shakespearean actor- no matter what is going on in your life, you block it out when it's time to train. You walk into the weight room and all else disappears. Worry about it later.