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How long ago?
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no fist fights in my neighbor hood
we were under old school PANCRASE rules
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How many other dummies Googled Pancrase besides me ? ;D
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How many other dummies Googled Pancrase besides me ? ;D
pancrase was THE SHIT when I was a kid
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How many other dummies Googled Pancrase besides me ? ;D
All I know is if you get the cancer there, you're fucked.
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pancrase was THE SHIT when I was a kid
Sounds cool,but I never heard of it before.
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How long ago?
I heard through the grapevine that your last fistfight was a couple days ago when your boyfriend was fisting your asshole.
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Clever.
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when I was really really young, nothing even close to a fight has happened since, though many times I've been pissed and fantasized about beating people up lol
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Aeons... also was rather tame.
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Been too long, High School.
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Twenty-five years ago. I was ten years old.
Another kid called me a name and, for no good reason that I can remember, I got off my bike and we started trading punches to the face.
Good friends with that guy now.
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fat dude versus skinny fit guy. Who wins this throwdown?
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Twenty-five years ago. I was ten years old.
Another kid called me a name and, for no good reason that I can remember, I got off my bike and we started trading punches to the face.
Good friends with that guy now.
Very similar thing happened to me. Just a decade earlier.
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One year ago. Drunk in a bar.
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How long ago?
Geographical location please
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6 Months ago or so I was bouncing in a strip club so fist fights were occasional, but skuffles were weekly.
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I fought "Gentleman" Jim Corbett in a 59 round barn-burner that ended in a draw a few years back.
We later wetted our whistles together at a local Gin Mill all the while talking up a few sheba's.
Huzaah!
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about a month ago. walking down the strip with my fat, drunk obnoxious loud mouth buddy who yells at these 2 blonds across the street followed by 2 spaniards with leather jackets who come flying across the street to ask 'wtf did you say!?' Did my best to defuse this, couldnt bargain with these guys they were on me like flies on shit. Fat loudmouth engages with one of them and gets KTFO brutally and briefly boot fucked with pointed aladdin shoes until I jumped in and got one of them good in the eye while the other came from beside me and bashed my nose in followed by me stumbling and landing on one hand and twisting my thumb. Composed myself for a second got a single leg on the guy who hit me had him on his back then got another kick in the face by his compadre at that point I was bleeding like a stuck pig couldn't see anything except flashlights and cherries from the cops then it was all over. I was wasted mind you..
Look over and my 320lb partner is still KO'd with his face gently crimped against the curb in a dark pool of blood while cops+ambulace are assisting him and asking me questions about what happened.
This all went down in about 30 seconds. I went out that night with the intention of picking up a smelly skank and had no intentions of fighting whatsoever since im too old for that and unfortunately ended up fighting 2 guys at once, getting my nose broken, a sprained thumb and ruining my fav shirt. All because the person I decided to hang out with that night decided to bring out his dream world alter ego that got him KO'd. That fat fucking idiot, when I sobered up I wanted to rip his throat out. This was my first altercation in years, Street fights are so overrated, everybody loses in the end.
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I was a freshman in high school. Didn't know squat about fighting either. The fight lasted about a minute which is how long it took the other guy to figure out I didn't have a clue how to fight. -Can't even remember what started it. I don't think I even knew the fellow (there were 900 kids in my class).
I'd asked my dad to teach me how to fight. He told me, "Real men don't fight." I thought he was full of shit at the time. However, I when adult men get into it, they do look pretty stupid and juvenile now that I think about it.
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about a month ago. walking down the strip with my fat, drunk obnoxious loud mouth buddy who yells at these 2 blonds across the street followed by 2 spaniards with leather jackets who come flying across the street to ask 'wtf did you say!?' Did my best to defuse this, couldnt bargain with these guys they were on me like flies on shit. Fat loudmouth engages with one of them and gets KTFO brutally and briefly boot fucked with pointed aladdin shoes until I jumped in and got one of them good in the eye while the other came from beside me and bashed my nose in followed by me stumbling and landing on one hand and twisting my thumb. Composed myself for a second got a single leg on the guy who hit me had him on his back then got another kick in the face by his compadre at that point I was bleeding like a stuck pig couldn't see anything except flashlights and cherries from the cops then it was all over. I was wasted mind you..
Look over and my 320lb partner is still KO'd with his face gently crimped against the curb in a dark pool of blood while cops+ambulace are assisting him and asking me questions about what happened.
This all went down in about 30 seconds. I went out that night with the intention of picking up a smelly skank and had no intentions of fighting whatsoever since im too old for that and unfortunately ended up fighting 2 guys at once, getting my nose broken, a sprained thumb and ruining my fav shirt. All because the person I decided to hang out with that night decided to bring out his dream world alter ego that got him KO'd. That fat fucking idiot, when I sobered up I wanted to rip his throat out. This was my first altercation in years, Street fights are so overrated, everybody loses in the end.
I always say you havnt had a proper fight unless you break something, real fights arnt like the movies, usually both sides come out with injuries if both are going at it.
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highschool, so long time ago
and i fucking lost, too :'(
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Last Saturday night, boxing match, got disqualified for throwing my gloves at the ref after second round
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Ive fisted your mom.
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Last Saturday night, boxing match, got disqualified for throwing my gloves at the ref after second round
Hahaha elaborate please ;D
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Hahaha elaborate please ;D
Up in Tipperary town, rough place, like goin back in time 30yrs, was in a place called the Marian hall. I was fighting last so the adrenaline and nerves wer crazy and I kinda knew I'd end up soon something mental haha. First round great, landed lovely one two combos, all goin to plan, disnt get hit at all. Second round my shoe comes off halfway thru it and as I'm getting it tied back on by my corner the guy hits me four times, ref does nothin. After end of round two after the bell like I get another two punches and the ref, a tipp fella does nothin so I take off the gloves and fuck them at him like a big child haha. Wouldn't mind but it was d easiest boxin match iv ever had
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Up in Tipperary town, rough place, like goin back in time 30yrs, was in a place called the Marian hall. I was fighting last so the adrenaline and nerves wer crazy and I kinda knew I'd end up soon something mental haha. First round great, landed lovely one two combos, all goin to plan, disnt get hit at all. Second round my shoe comes off halfway thru it and as I'm getting it tied back on by my corner the guy hits me four times, ref does nothin. After end of round two after the bell like I get another two punches and the ref, a tipp fella does nothin so I take off the gloves and fuck them at him like a big child haha. Wouldn't mind but it was d easiest boxin match iv ever had
Thats the fucking job. A true getbigger!!
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One of the lads recorded it so itll be up on yotube at the weekend, was comical haha
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July 4th 2003 at a house party down in Fort Lauderdale, I was 20. One little comment started it and it got way out of hand. The party was at a nice house in a nice neighborhood down here. It was a mix of people from about 3 different high schools but everyone knew each other. Mostly people that were back home from college on summer break. Me and about 8 people from my high school were hanging in the kitchen, drinking and talking. A girl walks in, in a tennis skirt and this is what happened.
Friend #1: (saying to the group) Tennis anyone?
Girl: (flipping out) Who the fuck said that!? Who the fuck said that!? a bunch of other yelling
I'm gonna take all my friends and get out of here!!
Friend # 2: (sarcasticlly) Both of them?
Everyone starts laughing and she continues to flip out until her skinny/fat bf comes over and tries defend her honor. At that time a buddy of mine who was 6'2 prob 240 and juiced, walks out and starts barking down her bf. Spills over outta the house into the street and everyone ends up going their seperate ways. We go down the street to the "tennis anyone" guys house and about 5 of us are hanging out there. The big juicehead gets a call from the kid he was arguing with him to meet him outside, when he does, he gets jumped by 5 guys. We were all 20 at the time and these guys were in there late 20's early 30's. Friends of the skinny fat kids older sister.
I didn't know anything was going on until I saw a truck of my friends that were heading over get caught in the cross fire. The trucks passenger door is open as they try to escape in reverse out of the situation. The older guys are banging at the truck and throwing shit at it. The kid in the truck ends up reversing into the parked car of the girl in the tennis skirt, smashing the shit out of it. I hear her yell "you're gonna fucking pay for that!"
Anyways when I see this, I make I sprint to the middle of it. My adreniline was going and I wasn't really thinking. As i'm running, a friend of the skinny fat bf, tries to grab me and says "don't hit Brian!" He was like 5'7 140 lbs and i throw him off me like he's nothing. I get to the fight and I see a kid that was in the truck, getting pounding by 3 kids against that truck. It infuriates me to see 2 or 3 guys ganging up on one person. With a running start, I blindside/sucker punch one of the kids, knocking him to the ground. As I did that, one of the other guys teaming up on the kid, focuses on me and starts throwing a barrage of punches. He's like 5'7 190, pretty jacked but short. He doesn't connect on any. I throw a left and grazes his face and then a right that hits him near the temple. He's stunned which gives me time to get the fuck out of there. My big buddy was getting held down by a huge black dude as he was just pounding his face in. I was way out matched and had to chance against a bunch of older big dudes. I made my way back to the house to find the rest of my friends cowering like pussies in the house. I ended up braking my right hand.
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few weeks ago....
was working, as a security guard.
threw out some guys who were giving trouble..
later that night when we went home, they were there in the street waiting for us.
i was in the car , seatbelt on , and i rolled down the window.. i just knew one of these pussies was going to hit me. and yes he did, but i saw it coming... he did not connect. i got out of the car, one of these guys jumped in front of me, and i knocked him right down.. one punch, broke his nose and tooth. the other 2 lost courage to fight, pussies!
and yesterday i beat some pervert that showed his genitals to my little daughter..... fucking gluesniffer!
kicked him though, no punches, but also broke his tooth...
anyway i am not finished with this guy, i will make an example of him.... really he is gonne remember me for the rest of his life.
fucking pervert, a lot of kids here in the street, if he did this to my kid, he will do it to others aswell...
hel'l never walk again, i am gonna break both his legs, mess with my kid and i turn into a psycho...
he still hasn't showed his face again, but i know where he lives , and i am patient....
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few weeks ago....
was working, as a security guard.
threw out some guys who were giving trouble..
later that night when we went home, they were there in the street waiting for us.
i was in the car , seatbelt on , and i rolled down the window.. i just knew one of these pussies was going to hit me. and yes he did, but i saw it coming... he did not connect. i got out of the car, one of these guys jumped in front of me, and i knocked him right down.. one punch, broke his nose and tooth. the other 2 lost courage to fight, pussies!
and yesterday i beat some pervert that showed his genitals to my little daughter..... fucking gluesniffer!
kicked him though, no punches, but also broke his tooth...
anyway i am not finished with this guy, i will make an example of him.... really he is gonne remember me for the rest of his life.
fucking pervert, a lot of kids here in the street, if he did this to my kid, he will do it to others aswell...
hel'l never walk again, i am gonna break both his legs, mess with my kid and i turn into a psycho...
he still hasn't showed his face again, but i know where he lives , and i am patient....
Sounds like a lot of fun! :)
Havent been in a fight since high school... :'(
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Sounds like a lot of fun! :)
Havent been in a fight since high school... :'(
i actually hate fights in the street!!!
you never know the person you fight, he could be armed or whatever.
it's just when i guy hits me , i hit back! very simple.....
and when someone messes with my princess, i go psycho.... really!
but i think that is fairly normal....
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it's scary fighting when you're a grownup. and alcohol is involved.
sometimes, i play in bands, surrounded by crowds of drunk college kids. 1 bouncer for the entire bar, and he's usually at the door checking IDs. it's kinda up to the band to prevent people from coming onstage, grabbing mics, pushing and getting obnoxious. and that's scary. People bump mic/chip teeth. People do stupid things and think they're hardasses. I'm always checking people with the bass or staring people down, or sometimes just shoving them and smiling like "hey, we're having a good time, but shit ain't like that..."
I don't enjoy it at all. alcohol + young idiots + unmonitored events = a very bad thing. I don't think it would be a fistfight if/when shit goes down. It'll be me trying to get UNDER him and piledriving him to the concrete under me, hoping that knocks him out. I'm too old for trading haymakers.
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years ago. in a curry house against a rather large gypsy fella. yes, alcohol was involved :)
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years ago. in a curry house against a rather large gypsy fella. yes, alcohol was involved :)
curry? gypsy? alcohol.... ingredients for disaster! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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it's scary fighting when you're a grownup. and alcohol is involved.
sometimes, i play in bands, surrounded by crowds of drunk college kids. 1 bouncer for the entire bar, and he's usually at the door checking IDs. it's kinda up to the band to prevent people from coming onstage, grabbing mics, pushing and getting obnoxious. and that's scary. People bump mic/chip teeth. People do stupid things and think they're hardasses. I'm always checking people with the bass or staring people down, or sometimes just shoving them and smiling like "hey, we're having a good time, but shit ain't like that..."
I don't enjoy it at all. alcohol + young idiots + unmonitored events = a very bad thing. I don't think it would be a fistfight if/when shit goes down. It'll be me trying to get UNDER him and piledriving him to the concrete under me, hoping that knocks him out. I'm too old for trading haymakers.
240 is Dad.
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240 is Dad.
240 is old.
don't get me wrong,when i see two drunk idiots pummeling each other, i grab a mountain dew and laugh at the show ;D
But i'm past the day of trying to punch people because I'm justified, or from breaking shit up. Let them wreck each other.
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curry? gypsy? alcohol.... ingredients for disaster! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
i think taht every fight since my teens had involved beer. fortunately, drunken scraps are a welcomed thing of the past.
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240 is old.
don't get me wrong,when i see two drunk idiots pummeling each other, i grab a mountain dew and laugh at the show ;D
But i'm past the day of trying to punch people because I'm justified, or from breaking shit up. Let them wreck each other.
Just joshing. Half the stuff that now comes out of my mouth sounds just like my Da. I just shake my head at the ridiculousness of how life has pulled a fast one on me. ;D
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Just joshing. Half the stuff that now comes out of my mouth sounds just like my Da. I just shake my head at the ridiculousness of how life has pulled a fast one on me. ;D
hahahhaa i'm that a-hole uncle who is always telling kids to 'walk it off' and 'cowboy up little man, nobody cares in real life if your leg hurts...'
i'm that prick now :)
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July 4th 2003 at a house party down in Fort Lauderdale, I was 20. One little comment started it and it got way out of hand. The party was at a nice house in a nice neighborhood down here. It was a mix of people from about 3 different high schools but everyone knew each other. Mostly people that were back home from college on summer break. Me and about 8 people from my high school were hanging in the kitchen, drinking and talking. A girl walks in, in a tennis skirt and this is what happened.
Friend #1: (saying to the group) Tennis anyone?
Girl: (flipping out) Who the fuck said that!? Who the fuck said that!? a bunch of other yelling
I'm gonna take all my friends and get out of here!!
Friend # 2: (sarcasticlly) Both of them?
Everyone starts laughing and she continues to flip out until her skinny/fat bf comes over and tries defend her honor. At that time a buddy of mine who was 6'2 prob 240 and juiced, walks out and starts barking down her bf. Spills over outta the house into the street and everyone ends up going their seperate ways. We go down the street to the "tennis anyone" guys house and about 5 of us are hanging out there. The big juicehead gets a call from the kid he was arguing with him to meet him outside, when he does, he gets jumped by 5 guys. We were all 20 at the time and these guys were in there late 20's early 30's. Friends of the skinny fat kids older sister.
I didn't know anything was going on until I saw a truck of my friends that were heading over get caught in the cross fire. The trucks passenger door is open as they try to escape in reverse out of the situation. The older guys are banging at the truck and throwing shit at it. The kid in the truck ends up reversing into the parked car of the girl in the tennis skirt, smashing the shit out of it. I hear her yell "you're gonna fucking pay for that"
Anyone when I see this, I make I sprint to the middle of it. My adreniline was going and I wasn't really thinking. As i'm running, a friend of the skinny fat bf, tries to grab me and says "don't hit Brian!" He was like 5'7 140 lbs and i throw him off me like he's nothing. I get to the fight and I see a kid that was in the truck, getting pounding by 3 kids against that truck. It infuriates me to see 2 or 3 guys ganging up on one person. With a running start, I blindside/sucker punch one of the kids, knocking him to the ground. As I did that, one of the other guys teaming up on the kid, focuses on me and starts throwing a barrage of punches. He's like 5'7 190, pretty jacked but short. He doesn't connect on any. I throw a left and grazes his face and then a right that hits him near the temple. He's stunned which gives me time to get the fuck out of there. My big buddy was getting held down by a huge black dude as he was just pounding his face in. I was way out matched and had to chance against a punch of older big dudes. I made my way back to the house to find the rest of my friends cowering like pussies in the house. I ended up braking my right hand.
What losers those 5 guys...
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seriously, kids today should stay home, make money, then give money to poor girls for sex.
they get laid, they avoid drama, they have variety and they have wealth.
all thise running around being stupid, starting shit... stay home, earn yours, get yours, and have a good life :)
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I fought "Gentleman" Jim Corbett in a 59 round barn-burner that ended in a draw a few years back.
We later wetted our whistles together at a local Gin Mill all the while talking up a few sheba's.
Huzaah!
Nice ;D
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I always say you havnt had a proper fight unless you break something, real fights arnt like the movies, usually both sides come out with injuries if both are going at it.
Amen. The stakes get raised when bones break for sure.
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Year 2001
Not really a fistfight but: a patient attacked me, there was no escape, no one else in the building. I knocked him out with 1 direct punch. No kidding. Not proud of it, but what could I do?
In the end he apologized. But I quit my job there...
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Year 2001
Not really a fistfight but: a patient attacked me, there was no escape, no one else in the building. I knocked him out with 1 direct punch. No kidding. Not proud of it, but what could I do?
In the end he apologized. But I quit my job there...
I'm guessing sperm bank. ;D
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I'm guessing sperm bank. ;D
;D ;D ;D ;D no working for a company. Guy was at home "sick" for weeks, I told him to get back to work, he didn't like that...... :-\ Wasn't a cool situation, really.. Imagine the newspaper: Doctor knocks out patient..
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it's scary fighting when you're a grownup. and alcohol is involved.
sometimes, i play in bands, surrounded by crowds of drunk college kids. 1 bouncer for the entire bar, and he's usually at the door checking IDs. it's kinda up to the band to prevent people from coming onstage, grabbing mics, pushing and getting obnoxious. and that's scary. People bump mic/chip teeth. People do stupid things and think they're hardasses. I'm always checking people with the bass or staring people down, or sometimes just shoving them and smiling like "hey, we're having a good time, but shit ain't like that..."
I don't enjoy it at all. alcohol + young idiots + unmonitored events = a very bad thing. I don't think it would be a fistfight if/when shit goes down. It'll be me trying to get UNDER him and piledriving him to the concrete under me, hoping that knocks him out. I'm too old for trading haymakers.
im sure you show off your humongous arms to quiet em all!
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Why brag?
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;D ;D ;D ;D no working for a company. Guy was at home "sick" for weeks, I told him to get back to work, he didn't like that...... :-\ Wasn't a cool situation, really.. Imagine the newspaper: Doctor knocks out patient..
something tells me you're a psychiatrist
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copule months ago me and chaos threw down he swung at me five times i threw a left and down he went :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( outside of jack in the box mind you. ;) ;) ;) ;)
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Girls and sons who have not been loved by their fathers seek attention once teens and adults to compensate for what they didnt have originally. Fathers either left them alone, or were distant most of the time and not encouraging them. Some even despised them which would shape their personality and the way they d interact with others for the rest of their life.
They are extremistic in everything they do, always looking exageratly for attention, and have troubles adapting to society's rules, because they also have troubles defining their own identity and respecting authority and hierarchy.
Also boys who got picked on by others during childhood and adolescence -often sons without a father figure- try to compensate by lifting weights, to develop muscles and survive in ther male world. They re insecure because they re girly, childish, feminine having been raised by a single mom. They lift obsessively hoping it will transform them into men, to compensate for their lack of influence from a father figure that was not there. Unfortunaltey they can get as big as they can it doesnt cure their insecurity and who they truly are, how they grew up being raised by a single mom. They re no as manly as other men whatever they do, and they often have a big lack of masculine presence they dont know how to balance, hence often being borderline homosexuals while trying to get their manhood back thru various manly activities (mma, cars, weight lifting etc). They are often the ones that, in order to get respect from other males will go the steroids route to get even "bigger" attemptint to cure their insecurity , but being natural not being "enough", they still feel "too small", insecure, amongst other males. The lack of a father figure also often means they didnt have guidance to continue studies and are often working shitty manual jobs.
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Girls and sons who have not been loved by their fathers seek attention once teens and adults to compensate for what they didnt have originally. Fathers either left them alone, or were distant most of the time and not encouraging them. Some even despised them which would shape their personality and the way they d interact with others for the rest of their life.
They are extremistic in everything they do, always looking exageratly for attention, and have troubles adapting to society's rules, because they also have troubles defining their own identity and respecting authority and hierarchy.
Also boys who got picked on by others during childhood and adolescence -often sons without a father figure- try to compensate by lifting weights, to develop muscles and survive in ther male world. They re insecure because they re girly, childish, feminine having been raised by a single mom. They lift obsessively hoping it will transform them into men, to compensate for their lack of influence from a father figure that was not there. Unfortunaltey they can get as big as they can it doesnt cure their insecurity and who they truly are, how they grew up being raised by a single mom. They re no as manly as other men whatever they do, and they often have a big lack of masculine presence they dont know how to balance, hence often being borderline homosexuals while trying to get their manhood back thru various manly activities (mma, cars, weight lifting etc). They are often the ones that, in order to get respect from other males will go the steroids route to get even "bigger" attemptint to cure their insecurity , but being natural not being "enough", they still feel "too small", insecure, amongst other males. The lack of a father figure also often means they didnt have guidance to continue studies and are often working shitty manual jobs.
Really? All this from being raised by a single mom? Seems a bit extreme to me.
There are certainly some truths here though for some folks. I just don't think that everyone responds to every situation exactly the same way.
I was not raised by a single mom, but my mom was certainly the dominate parent in my life. My step-dad was a great guy, but he couldn't stand up to my mom. So, obviously, he didn't often, if ever, come to my defense. I was skinny and not very good at team sports although I was an excellent swimmer and good at track too. Although I recounted my one failure of a fight as a teenager, I cannot say I was picked on anymore than any other kid is. Usually, I had a fair number of friends which for a kid that moved around a lot when I was young, is kind of unusual I think.
I was a smart kid who fucked off in school and didn't do my homework so my grades sucked. I only excelled in subjects I liked. Granted, neither of my parents paid much attention to my school work or my grades. This resulted in my getting a rather slow but early start in my work life. However, by the time my contemporaries were finishing college, I was already earning good wages in an art field where my talents seemed more important than my education. Not that I don't have an education, but I've taken my whole life to get it. I have probably logged more higher ed hours than most folks with a masters or perhaps a doctorate. It seemed like there was always something that caught my interest enough to want to learn more about it. Yet, I never bothered to get a degree. By the time I'd earned enough credits in any one area of study, I didn't need a degree to advance at work any longer. Now I am retired, so I really have no desire to add some letters to my name.
I started lifting weights when I was still a very skinny kid. And yes, I wanted to be bigger, more muscular and masculine seeming. As it turns out muscles and masculinity have almost nothing to do with one another. But, I did enjoy the one time my size seemed to scare what I thought was someone up to no good off without my so much as having to throw a punch at the fellow. I remember thinking when I was a teen that there was some secret my dad was going to share with me that would make me a man. Either there is no such secret or he didn't know what it was, because I never heard it from him.
Sometimes I am unreasonably insecure. I worry about going bust. Although I never have as my wife likes to point out. Actually, I have a much more secure life than many of my friends who have done pretty well. Maybe, my feeling of insecurity made me more conservative with money. Who knows.
The bottom line is we are who we are. Some of who we are is a result of who we were as kids and our relationships with our parents and a lot of who we are is what we made of ourselves as adults. Adults who blame their miserable failing lives on their parents annoy me. Get over it, I say (usually to myself).
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Last Saturday night, boxing match, got disqualified for throwing my gloves at the ref after second round
;D
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Many many years ago