I feel like writing.I think too often guys forget that we are the men. Let that sink in for a bit. What does being a man mean to you?To me, it means I can wake up in a tent on the beach in Bali (next months trip), drink a pint of beer (warm of course) grab my surf board and hit the waves with a bar of soap to make sure I don't smell too much for when I'm done in the evening.It means I can go out, make a fool out of myself and have no regrets or be labeled a "slut".It also means I'm responsible for my own actions and I have to own my emotions. I can't let them get the best of me because that can greatly effect my outcome in life.What it doesn't mean, for you who think being tough is the only prerequisite for this accomplishment that is "man", is it doesn't mean I can be rude to women, it doesn't mean I can call fat bishes "whales", it means I have empathy for others and if I happen to have a dollar to give, I give it. It doesn't mean I can lie to a girls face to get her to sleep with me then kick her out in the morning saying "sorry, I don't have cab fare for you but figure it out", rather I can tell her right off "this is a one time thing" and she will comply.I don't care what anyone tells you, either, but being punched in the face repeatedly not only builds character, but is an absolutely great form of conflict resolution. Everyone has that fear sitting inside of them when facing an adversary who is about to unload on them. Its natural. Facing that fear makes other aspects of life seem trivial. "What, you mean I've got to wake up at 5am today to work a 12hr shift and repeat that the rest of the week?? Cool, better than being punched in the face repeatedly".Men have friends, real friends. Not the type that talk sh0t behind each others back, but the type that talk sh0t to their face in an effort to get them to improve themselves. The type that just bail you out of jail without question and don't even ask when you're going to pay them back. A friend doesn't need to hear your voice every day, but knows that when he needs his voice heard, you're there.Men can control their alcohol or at least know they can't and don't temp the fates. They don't make themselves others responsibility because they lose their sh9t while partying.men don't fear women. Of course we may get nervous/excited when approaching, but deep down we know they are there for us. This world is our playground and women our toys. Now don't take that the wrong way, we treat our toys nice. We wax our cars often, we change the oil, we check the tire pressure, we love our toys, but in the end, they are ours. They also carry responsibility and we must recognize that unless we want to take on that burden, its often best to just go for a test drive every once in a while. Of course, disclosing to the salesman upfront that we aren't quite ready to buy.When you walk past someone, you hold your head high and you look them directly in the eye. You offer a smile, not a grimmace or frown. Remember, as far as the world is concerned, your life is the sh9t. I don't care if your grandma just died, you have the life others want. Fake it til you make it.Fear doesn't have a place in our lives. We simply have no respect for the emotion. When asked if we want to do something, the answer is always yes. However, we don't stop to take pictures, we hold those in our heads. They're ours afterall, not all the dipsh0ts who look at our facebook page.But again, treat your girls right. They can be a lot of fun if treated right. But don't let them ever think they are in control. We lead. Period. They can be a great part of OUR life, not the other way around. Let them be controlled by fear, but again, we don't have respect for that emotion.And for Gods sake, stop asking if she's into you. Assume she is. If you're living your life right, anyone should be happy to be a part of it. If you have to ask if she's into you, change yourself. You're boring.Oh and men eat meat. Lots of it. Its just fukking good and the way God intended it.If you have to ask, "is this alpha", you are probably a closet homosexual (nttawwt). Jus sayin.Remember, at least one, if not a few, of the people reading this will die this year. If that happens to you, can you say you really lived?Men smile when they get cut off in traffic. We know the miserable bastard in the car in front of us has a sh9tty life and we don't want to be a part of it. Nothing that sorry fuk does can affect us.We respect money. its the game everyone is stuck playing. However, we aren't its slave. Owning the biggest house on top of the biggest hill only means we have more rooms to watch TV in... alone.I'mma go get drunk.