Being a grown ass man…what does that mean…first time I heard that phrase I was pledging my fraternity and my future brother and close friend Chaps sat me down and gave me a stare that could kill a bull, he told me “listen pledge, I’m a grown ass man and I don’t really give a shit about you, you wanna get through this you gotta man the fuck up.” I was 17 at the time and thought he was full of shit, I was a grown ass man! I lived in a house that I didn’t pay rent, drove a car that wasn’t mine, ate food that I didn’t buy, and went to a school in which I didn’t pay a cent for….of course I knew what being a grown ass man was….holy shit I was wrong, I wasn’t a man…I was a cocky scared shitless little kid….mostly scared because I thought chaps was going to beat the shit out of me with his paddle. Over the years I’ve had the privilege of having some great mentors in my life, not all men…but people who taught me what it means to be a man, a great fucking man….a man who eats beef jerky, wears flannel lumberjack shirts, and subscribes to Playboy and doesn’t read the articles!!!!well not exactly, none of that constitutes being a man…but here are a few things that real men do, what characterizes them as men, and what sets them apart from the boys. I’m not saying this because I’m an expert on manliness (which I’m not) or because I can judge other guys and tell them who they are (which I do) I’m writing this so I don’t want to read for my Marketing class….
1) grown ass men don’t lie, cheat, or steal….no I’m not gonna give you a bullshit Hitch quote, although I enjoyed that movie….real men don’t need to lie, they aren’t completely honest about everything (does this dress make me look fat?) but they are masters of their domain, they know the consequences of their words and actions and they should not have to hide things or deceive people. They don’t need to cheat or steal to get ahead…they work harder to get what they want HONESTLY, and they don’t need to fuck people over to get it.
2) grown ass men are responsible…they don’t need to rely on others, they accept responsibility for their actions and do what they need to do when it needs to be done.
3) grown ass men respect women…they realize that women aren’t objects or pieces of ass. Chivalry is only dead to the stupid girls who’ve killed it…and grown ass men stay away from those girls. Grown ass men treat women with the same respect they would their sisters, mothers, and daughters…and if they don’t…well you should stop messing around with those little boys
4) grown ass men do work! Half ass isn’t their vocabulary….everything they say they will do they do it to the fullest extent of their abilities. Cutting corners is for the lazy degenerate, they take pride in everything they do.
5) grown ass men don’t complain, bitch, whine, or moan. You hate your job? Get a new job. You hate your friends? Get some new friends. You’re broke all the time? Cut off your HBO, start shopping at Walmart, and get a 2nd job you lazy shit….whining is okay when you’re six and you want the cool shoes that light up when you walk….after six, you need to cut that shit out.
Grown ass men do a lot of other things but I’m smoking hookah and drinking bedtime tea, sweating my ass off on the porch so I’ll cut it short. What do you think being a grown ass man entails? Much more than the above I’m sure, like I said I’m no expert but every real man I’ve come across has shared all of the above characteristics….and if you don’t….well you need to man the fuck up
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Summer and moving on...
Seems like this summer has gone by ridiculously fast, I’ve had some great times and have made some decisions that will affect me for the rest of my life (for the better I hope). I’ve done more in the last 3 months than I have in the last 3 years and it’s been fuckin’ awesome. I stopped worrying about money so much, went back to school for another degree, and started accepting how fucking cool I am
(not as cool as Billy D. Williams….maybe as cool as Shaft)
Life is good, I got plenty of problems just like everybody else but there’s no point in letting them piss me off…I’ll get around to them eventually….someday….maybe. In the mean time I got plenty else to be happy about….plenty….this little spiel has nothing to do with the blog below but just felt like writing it….fuck you, it’s my blog.
Thing That is Dope: Moving On...
Back in 2006, I moved to Chicago with my Dad to study for the MCATs and as my dad would put it “straighten up….and develop better study habits, they are so so terrible Naveed terrible”. So I spent 10 months of my life studying 10 hours a day, 6 days a week and did pretty damn well on the MCATs considering I had yet to take a single science course. But I spent so much time worrying about what I’d miss here, I didn’t even take advantage of the fact that I was living in Chicago….in a condo in the middle of downtown no less! I was afraid to move on, afraid that everything would change when I came back to Phoenix. Did somethings change? Sure…but nothing that was important…I think this was the year Samee started growing a mustache but my best friends were still my best friends and Arizona was still hot as Satan’s ass. Within this summer I’ve seen lots of friends move on to bigger and better things, and I couldn’t be more proud of them.
Dimitri-my little bro in the frat, moving to San Diego for a duel MBA/J.D. program….if Plaxico Burress would have shot his fuckin’ leg off 5 years later, Dimitri would’ve gotten him off with a slap on the wrist, no jail time
Silvia-an amazing woman moving to California to go to FIDM and pursue her passion, I can’t think of anything more admirable.
Brenda-I’ve known Brenda for six years….and I’m still not sure what an occupational therapist does, but she’s amazing at it. My girl will be traveling all over the country to help people, I couldn’t think of a better job suited for her
James-I still don’t entirely understand James thought process and how he makes the life changing decisions he does, but he’s going to Mexico for 9 months (Alex says two weeks) and I couldn’t be happier for the big guy.
Jeff got an internship with the Astros so he’s moving to Houston, which I think is fucking awesome, not because I dislike the guy but because this is all I’ve heard him talk about since I met him…I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s a GM or owner someday….he does look a little like jerry Jones.
Ivette-just got a job offer with Xerox and at 21 years old she’ll be making as much me, working half the amount (I’m not bitter) and I couldn’t be happier for her, there is a chance she may relocate to the eastcoast but it’s still such an amazing opportunity.
I often tell all of my friends that there probably won’t be another point in our lives when we can just get up and go. I love Phoenix, but there is so much the rest of the world can offer, why would you want to live in the same place for the rest of your life? Nothing will change when you’re gone, maybe Samee’s mustache will get bigger but that’s about it.
(not as cool as Billy D. Williams….maybe as cool as Shaft)
Life is good, I got plenty of problems just like everybody else but there’s no point in letting them piss me off…I’ll get around to them eventually….someday….maybe. In the mean time I got plenty else to be happy about….plenty….this little spiel has nothing to do with the blog below but just felt like writing it….fuck you, it’s my blog.
Thing That is Dope: Moving On...
Back in 2006, I moved to Chicago with my Dad to study for the MCATs and as my dad would put it “straighten up….and develop better study habits, they are so so terrible Naveed terrible”. So I spent 10 months of my life studying 10 hours a day, 6 days a week and did pretty damn well on the MCATs considering I had yet to take a single science course. But I spent so much time worrying about what I’d miss here, I didn’t even take advantage of the fact that I was living in Chicago….in a condo in the middle of downtown no less! I was afraid to move on, afraid that everything would change when I came back to Phoenix. Did somethings change? Sure…but nothing that was important…I think this was the year Samee started growing a mustache but my best friends were still my best friends and Arizona was still hot as Satan’s ass. Within this summer I’ve seen lots of friends move on to bigger and better things, and I couldn’t be more proud of them.
Dimitri-my little bro in the frat, moving to San Diego for a duel MBA/J.D. program….if Plaxico Burress would have shot his fuckin’ leg off 5 years later, Dimitri would’ve gotten him off with a slap on the wrist, no jail time
Silvia-an amazing woman moving to California to go to FIDM and pursue her passion, I can’t think of anything more admirable.
Brenda-I’ve known Brenda for six years….and I’m still not sure what an occupational therapist does, but she’s amazing at it. My girl will be traveling all over the country to help people, I couldn’t think of a better job suited for her
James-I still don’t entirely understand James thought process and how he makes the life changing decisions he does, but he’s going to Mexico for 9 months (Alex says two weeks) and I couldn’t be happier for the big guy.
Jeff got an internship with the Astros so he’s moving to Houston, which I think is fucking awesome, not because I dislike the guy but because this is all I’ve heard him talk about since I met him…I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s a GM or owner someday….he does look a little like jerry Jones.
Ivette-just got a job offer with Xerox and at 21 years old she’ll be making as much me, working half the amount (I’m not bitter) and I couldn’t be happier for her, there is a chance she may relocate to the eastcoast but it’s still such an amazing opportunity.
I often tell all of my friends that there probably won’t be another point in our lives when we can just get up and go. I love Phoenix, but there is so much the rest of the world can offer, why would you want to live in the same place for the rest of your life? Nothing will change when you’re gone, maybe Samee’s mustache will get bigger but that’s about it.
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