i despise men who are too concerned about what other people think of them
someone asked me,
duhbid, you get all this criticism and hate thrown at you, but i never saw you break.
i said
bruv, i have enemies trying to kill me, men who wanna eliminate me from existence. and you expect me to give a fuck about some people’s criticism of me??
you must be a piece of shit if you give a fuck what other people think, because we have bigger problems than your measly narcissistic obsession with what other people think of you.
THERE IS GENOCIDE IN GAZA HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
men all over the world are in a mental health crisis.
most women are whoring in this generation because society lack COMPETENT men who can truly provide for and protect them.
the philippines, our beloved country, she’s being burned alive, and raped right in front of everyone.
there are three thousand men waiting for my next email, hoping for some mental model that will change their entire lives.
we need to get shit done
we need to get stronger, wiser, and make sure every man around us is doing the same exact thing.
there are things more important than you. you ain’t the main character in this story.
if you care about what other people think of you, then you’re like hitler, a SELFISH bitch loser, and i hope you die a miserable death.
FUCK OFF.
i read this book, “the subtle art of not giving a fuck”
i read it, so you don’t have to.
here’s how to stop giving a fuck.
First you need to understand:
to be able to NOT GIVE A FUCK,
doesn’t mean you literally don’t give a fuck about anything.
no, fuck no.
rather, you have to PROACTIVELY DECIDE the things and people you’ll give a fuck about.
you only have a few fucks to give in this life
just a few, and you need to make sure you’re giving them to the things and people that matter.
pull up the notes app in your phone
list the people you give a fuck about. fewer than 10 if you can, 5 or less even better.
thats it.
anyone outside that list who gives you their opinion? fuck them.
the guy with the anime profile picture typing a 5-page essay on why your mental models are "toxic"? fuck him.
your old buddy who got fat, settled for a miserable relationship, and now calls you "arrogant" because you refuse to die quietly like he did? let him choke on his own regret.
do not spend your finite fucks on dead men walking.
i only have a few people whose opinions matter to me.
parents, my siblings, brothers from another mother and father, my main bitch, my dog kiko.
after you’ve made that list, you get in the arena and you practice. you show yourself out there for the audience to see.
not giving a fuck is a muscle. you don’t build it in your head. you build it in the real world.
say the true sentence at dinner.
if someone asked what you think about something, don’t give em a half-ass answer or a polite answer. JUST FOR FUCKING ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. tell them what you really think, even if it might seem wrong.
post the thing you actually believe.
do it where people can actually see you.
do it enough times and you build tolerance. the heat in your neck gets smaller. the fear gets slower. then it dies.
people will hate you regardless of how good you are.
you could be a saint and they’d still need a villain. so make them hate you. on your terms. for who you actually are.
practice it. train with it. train how to perform excellently even when people are praying for you to fail.
the crowd wants you to choke. you do the work anyway. you send the email anyway. you stay in the pocket while they boo.
I LIVE RENT-FREE IN THEIR HEAD
THEY ALWAYS SAY MY NAME.
i proactively say provocative things to other people, in real life and on the internet.
i stand my ground. i do things that society might deem wrong or evil.
as long as these things are aligned with who i am.
you show who you are, and NEVER EVER FUCKING APOLOGIZE FOR WHO YOU ARE.
unapologetic, brave not sorry.
and remember, brother, always, it’s better to be laughed at and humiliated in the arena than to stand in the crowd, invisible and forgotten.
all the greats, all the GOATS, are constantly criticized. that is just a feature of the colosseum.
and maybe one day.
after you’ve done this for years, for decades, for half a century.
you’ll realize.
that the true measure of a man is BRAVERY.
brave fucking men who stand up for who they are and what they believe in. UNAPOLOGETICALLY.
a band of brothers (who only give a fuck about each other’s opinion) against the never-ending trials and tribulations of the world and life itself.
because the true goal in this life, is to reach the very end of it, look God in the eye, and say:
i took the brave path.
i didn't lie. i spoke the truth. regardless of what the whole fucking world thought of me.
just like plato said
the just man will have to endure the lash, the rack, chains... and finally, after every extremity of suffering, he will be crucified.
for the salvation of mankind.
this is how good men live.