Well good thing most of you fuckers got muscles. I will admit they do de escalate a lot of situations. Right before my last fight when I took my shirt off all of my opponents homies were yelling at HIM that he was fucked. lol
Seriously dog, I love you (no homo)Well good thing most of you fuckers got muscles. I will admit they do de escalate a lot of situations. Right before my last fight when I took my shirt off all of my opponents homies were yelling at HIM that he was fucked. lol

Bro, I think they practicing Deebo mind control on you... cause I heard they shut up... but when you leave... they start talking again!For some reason nobody fucks with me.
And if someone is getting on my nerves I'll tell them to STFU.
And they do.

One thing nobody really prepares you for when you’re enhanced is how much easier it is to get triggered by stupid behavior. Rude people, disrespect, slick comments things you might normally brush off suddenly feel way more personal. Not because you’re weak, but because hormones can shorten the temper.
I’ve had to learn that not every reaction deserves a response. When gear is in the mix, reacting off emotion is usually the wrong move. The key for me has been creating a pause. Take a breath. Walk away. Give it a minute before saying anything. Most situations lose their power once you don’t feed them.
I also remind myself that staying calm is a form of control. Losing your cool gives someone else power over you, and that’s never worth it. The gym helps, but I don’t use it as an excuse to carry aggression everywhere. Training is where intensity belongs. Real life requires restraint.
Being enhanced doesn’t give you a pass to act reckless. It puts more responsibility on you to stay level headed. Strength isn’t snapping back it’s knowing you could, and choosing not to.
How do you handle disrespect or rude people while on gear without letting it escalate? What keeps you calm when emotions are running hotter than usual?
Bro, I think they practicing Deebo mind control on you... cause I heard they shut up... but when you leave... they start talking again!![]()
Definitely the great equalizer (and beyond)Also, I have my concealed carry, so fuck around and find out essentially.
throw hands like a real man broI think being raised in Miami made me realize eye contact says a lot. Also, I have my concealed carry, so fuck around and find out essentially.
Level headed until it becomes life or death.![]()
You see it every time this topic comes up, by the replies.Most “guys” get this sort of pride in being easily offended and confrontational…
As we should, imo.As a man I take pride in being in full control of my emotions and reaction to others actions.

I agree but there are certain situations that kinda shit just doesn’t apply in real life.
Well saidI 100% agree with AR one five. Jail for doing the right thing sucks. Walk away and breathe. Its not worth wasting part of your life locked up. Sounds like he has also learned the hard way.

I respect it. If you can’t respect boundaries, you will learn to.I’ll give you the chance. Sometimes multiple chances. But disrespect me, and it’s game over. I don’t care if I get my ass beat. I don’t care if I’m on gear or off gear. I will not tolerate it.
Miami is not a sane place, at all.throw hands like a real man bro
Solid ass perspective shift Astro.I used to be a hot head shit starter many moons ago, been in many confrontations, given beat downs and also taken some vicious ones. Simply the environment I grew up in where violence thrived required you to be tough and be even more violent otherwise you were pray. Eventually once I integrated actual society and realized that’s not how things work in the real world I realized being tough and an idiot are two different things. These days I’m the most respectful and polite person ever, even if someone is an asshole I’ll give them an out and not react negatively. Doesn’t matter to me unless they’re purposely disrespecting me or become a physical threat. That said, I chuckle when guys on Testosterone tell me they just want to beat people up or get worked up easily now that they’re on gear and ask me if I feel the same way? LOL the answer is always no, I don’t get that and usually try to end the conversation shortly after as they start going on and on about how easily angered and this or that, where I come from that’s a sign of intimidation and should be dealt with immediately, but again I’m not that person anymore. Most “guys” get this sort of pride in being easily offended and confrontational… As a man I take pride in being in full control of my emotions and reaction to others actions. We have a whole other gender for emotional behavior, but that’s just me.
“The ability to control my emotions and my actions, regardless of circumstance sets me apart from other men.” - Quote from the Navy Seal Ethos.
well yeah always have it as backup lolI respect it. If you can’t respect boundaries, you will learn to.
Miami is not a sane place, at all.
He knows how to scrap... its Florida and I bet @Omoplata has damn good lawyer in case of SHTF.throw hands like a real man bro
I 100% agree with AR one five. Jail for doing the right thing sucks. Walk away and breathe. Its not worth wasting part of your life locked up. Sounds like he has also learned the hard way.
@AR-15 Last real altercation I had was at a Hispanic-owned nightclub in San Jose. I was there in the “in case of emergency, break glass” role—which already means bad judgment somewhere along the line, mine or someone else’s. But it’s San Jose, and the city’s stacked with dudes running on false bravado and borrowed machismo.
Anyway, some clown rolls up and starts jawing at one of the women I’m with. She’s calm, handles herself just fine, and shuts him down hard enough to embarrass him. Egg on his face. Naturally, he can’t eat it, so he fires back with, “stupid bitch.”
That’s when I stand up.
His response? “Oh, you want some, you white boy faggot,” and he slips into this half-assed bladed stance like he’s about to do something meaningful. Before his hand even comes up, I level change, single-leg him, dump him on the deck, and lock up a Kimura.
I’m fully expecting to start catching kicks or fists for putting myself in that position—but nothing comes. So I lean in and tell him, calmly, that if he says one more stupid thing or threatens anyone again, I’m taking his elbow off like a drumstick.
He gets 86’d.
Ten minutes later, SJPD shows up. At this point I’m assuming I’m fucked—assault, terrorist threats, the whole menu—because I was the one who stepped forward. I head outside to talk to them and see one of my good friends on duty, working overtime. His usual beat’s the Eastside.
Next thing I know, the cops tell the clown to beat feet.
Close call. I really thought the lack of full cauliflower ears might save me, but trouble’s everywhere—even when you’re not looking for it.

