Motivation, humor, and honesty from a man actively dodging a midlife crisis so you can too.
I still think I can beat up almost anyone.
Let me explain.
When I’m walking down the street, in the grocery store, at the gym, school dropoff, sitting in a restaurant and I see another man, my brain immediately runs the calculation:
Could I beat him up?
Nine times out of ten, the answer is hell yeah.
This isn’t new. I've done this my whole life.
And before you think I'm alone in this, I've asked friends.
They do it too.
What makes this funny is I haven’t been in a real physical altercation in almost 20 years.
Not once.
So the confidence I carry about my ability to handle another man is based on basically zero recent evidence.
Don’t get me wrong. I work out. I lift heavy. I’m in good shape. I’ve seen every Bourne movie and anything with Jason Statham.
But still…
My level of confidence on this topic is absurd. Borderline delusional.
And I love it.
I’m not proud of the impulse. But I’m not ashamed of it either.
I know it’s not really about fighting.
It never was.
It’s about a certain kind of confidence.
The kind that doesn’t ask permission.
Doesn’t wait for proof.
Doesn’t require evidence before it shows up.
It’s delusional optimism.
The kind that walks into a room already convinced.
The kind that pitches the client before knowing if it’ll land.
The kind that starts over after losing everything and still believes it’s going to work out.
That's what’s underneath the ridiculous calculation.
Not aggression. Just belief.
Because sometimes belief is all we got.
Do I logically know there are men I couldn’t beat up? Yes.
Man, that was hard to write.
But something in me refuses to accept that before the fact.
Antonio
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