Tough.
You guys wanna know what tough is? I'll tell ya what tough is. Tough is a state of mind.
Tough is the result of being broke down, and building up again. Muscle works that way, and is the general root of the metaphor. Old grizzled muscle, worked into hard thick layers. Scar. Ripped, rebuilt, ripped, rebuilt, over and over. Broken and healed. You could do that with free weights, which is not that big a deal. Any fuckin fool can do that. Same with the mind. But its not broken, shredded, and healed as designed by the creator of body and mind, whatever the fuckin creator is. Evolution, I guess. But don't bring that philosophical part of the question into this, I'll fuckin' crush you here and now, 'cause I'm sick of that shit. You and your Soloflex arguments, you fuckin' cunts. Soloflex minds, soloflex bodies. Thats all you fuckin' got, from what I seen. Fuck all that talk, talk, talk. I'm sick of it. Your mind is not gonna break down and rebuild in a series of lectures. Its not gonna get tough, its gonna get pretty. Big difference. It'll look nice to the ladies, maybe. But it'll never be able to perform hard when the real demands come. It'll be pussy brain muscle, and it'll fold like a bitch when it needs to be tough for real. Just like if you asked some pretty gym boy to haul engine blocks next to a junkyard veteran for a week. He'd crumble into a little pile of fairy dust before lunch on monday.
You need to grit your teeth and tremble to build a tough mind. You need to wonder if you can do it. You need to wonder if you're gonna make your mind quit thinking, and cash it in. And get past it, break on through. A couple times. How are you gonna build a tough mind without trying its limits? I don't think you can, I really don't. You need to go through a whole bunch of shit. Thats life, and most people get a whiff.
But many many times, people are lucky, and I don't begrudge their fortune, I guess... But they've just never had shit happen. Not all the way, they got lucky, I guess. The fortunate delicate few. Theres a couple of those fuckin' pansy boys around here. I don't mind the young ones, it takes a while to hit the lotto. Takes a while to get busted up, for the axe-handle party to find you. But the ones who are a little later on, and still talk it like a dandy, I'd like to fuck them up.
I was talking to a chick tonight, good chick, good friend. I laid out a twelve year story in around six minutes, topic doesn't matter. She was interested, it was a good story. Right at the end, her fuckin' cell phone rang. I waved her to answer, she answered. Fuckin' punchline of this hot story is hangin' out in the cosmos, untold, interrupted by the fuckin' chirping cell.
She talks, I wait.
This story I was telling, as it unfolded through the twelve years, the events really hurt me, a lot. She asked and I elaborated, because it was apropos. Haha, apropos, thats right. I am the intelligent.
She finishes, hangs up. I finish my story. Stone face, slightly smiling. "So, thats how it happened, the end." or whatever, pick your own words. "Wow" she says.
But now, as you can see, the events, although they hurt me then, I didn't experience the same emotion and was able to tell the rendition of the story, hurt and healed. Shredded and broken. They do not elicit the same emotion. Hurt and healed.
Thats how you get tough. Real life. Live to tell the story. Shred, heal and move on. You can NOT do that in a philosophical debate. A "what if" scenario.
And THATS why I fuckin' hate debate about shit that will never come. I would do this, and I would do that. No you fuckin' wouldn't. You would go mew mew mew, like a little pink pussy. I've seen it, I've fuckin' done it. We all do when we get clubbed the fuck down. Thats the sound the fuckin' brain makes, when it ain't used to getting pounded the fuck out. Until it gets tough, and grows some fuckin muscle. And then it takes harder and harder shit to pound it down. For the ones that make it and don't cash out, that is.
I think we're all clear on what I think at this particular moment about tough. Questions, comments?