Be A Monster Or Die Whining

Taste the Flavor of HELL to Unleash Your INNER BEAST

Before you dive in, a quick Heads-Up: The article reflects my personal opinions and real-life experiences, emphasizing mental strength and resilience. It does not promote any form of abusive aggression or bullying. Reader discretion is advised.

The street is the only school from which I take pride in graduating. Yeah, I attended some of the best educational institutions on this planet, but I don’t feel as proud of any of them as I do of the school of the street. The street is where I learned how to live with dignity; it’s where I learned how to be resilient in the face of reality and where I learned how to give a small finger to everything and everyone who dares to stand in my face or question my presence.

I was not poor; I was a child of some of the wealthiest families in my city, but where my family’s old business was located was in our city’s dirtiest, poorest, and most brutal streets. That’s where I spent most of my time growing up and learning how to live.

My mom passed away when I was eight, my father got married again, and I used to feel I was unwanted at home. The only two places that I felt were available for me were my dad’s factory and the street, and I’m grateful for both of them.

Today, I want to tell you why most people fail to live in a world that, on the surface, seems to be civilized but, at its core, is nothing but barbaric. I want to tell my perspective on why most people suffer and struggle with the simplest things when the solution to their problems is a matter of a small dose of courage and self-confidence.

I don’t expect all of you to resonate with all the points I discuss here, and that’s perfectly understandable. I get it; some people are just as sophisticated as a fussy banana, and others are just as soft and delicate as a peacock feather. It doesn’t bother me, but I want to tell you that the street is harsh enough to destroy both these characteristics in a few seconds and bring people back to the brutal reality.

Be a Monster

Yesterday, I was listening to a YouTube video by Dr. Jordan B. Peterson, who I believe is a professor of psychology at Harvard. Dr. Jordan mentioned that too much kindness requires no effort. A rabbit doesn’t require any effort to be a coward. We can’t call it kind because it behaves cutely and softly. Kindness doesn’t exist if it’s not from a source of toughness!

Similarly, a human who is too kind for the sake of kindness isn’t kind. If someone lacks the attributes of strength and courage but behaves kindly and softly, that doesn’t make them a good person. That makes them weak and naive people. They get targeted by many aggressive predators and selfish prey; they can’t stand for themselves or support others. They are cowards!

Dr. Jordan continues: “First, you have to be a monster, and then you have to learn how to control it.”

What a beautiful statement!

On the street, I was targeted countless times for being the son of the rich, the fat, the stupid, the funny, the slow, and everything in between. I was attacked and beaten not by a single person but by a group of kids almost weekly. There were streets that I couldn’t even pass by. I was insecure, afraid, and living in a fearful state of mind.

All of this changed the day I got slapped by two kids while I was walking with two of my friends peacefully in a narrow street on the way to one of my father’s customers. On that day, I felt the pain that turned me from a wimp to a monster. That’s it! I raised my voice and said, “I will f**k your mothers, you sons of wh**es,” and then painted a masterpiece of blood on their faces. I was 15 at that time, in case you are wondering.

My father’s friend came running from his store to separate us. “Nour? Is that really you? F**k your mothers and sons of wh**es?” Time got slow, almost frozen. I dismissed everything he said and looked behind me. Where were my friends? I was worried about them. But no one was there! At that moment, I learned two big lessons:

• Wimps will always remain wimps, even if they were the cubs of a lion.
• It’s either kill or get killed.

Push Others Away to Earn Your Place

One of the overrated concepts that is circulating everywhere is the concept of abundance. The idea is that there is enough of everything for everyone, and there is no need to compete to eat a slice of pizza. The pizza is somehow infinite! Do you really believe in that shit? Do you believe we live in a society where fairness and equality exist? Are you that numb and dumb to realize that only a minority of people get to win most of everything while the rest are left at the bottom, desperately starving for a piece of anything? Do you think that most people will hand you their money, success, position, or anything for nothing? Wake the fuck up. That sort of life only exists in Disneyland and your imagination.

Practical life is nothing but a pie of pizza, and for your information, most humans are greedy. People generally don’t give you their money, resources, or attention without a fight. They don’t lay down the stairs for you and cheer you up at the top to climb up and take over their place or share their success. Those types of stuff only exist on Facebook memes to make losers feel hopeful.

Do you want to be the best writer in your niche? If yes, you must compete and push away the best writers to get their place. There are only a few spots for bestsellers; they will never hand over their spot for nothing. You have to either steal it from them or beat the hell out of their butts and push them out of their place to get it. If you’re generous enough, you can push them to the side a little and stand with them at the same level. If you think there’s a place for everyone at the top, you’re either delusional, or your performance is below average!

On the street, people fight to dominate and rule the corner. If you don’t stand up for yourself and fight for your territory, someone else will step on your head and perhaps also on the heads of your friends and family. You will either become the joke of the street or the forgotten wimp. The same concept can apply to many writers here, don’t you think?

Only Talk When You Should

Do you know what gets people into trouble the most? Do you have the slightest idea what turns wise people into a joke? Do you know what paints a vivid image of people’s insecurities and makes their ass a target to others’ attacks? It’s when they talk when they are supposed to shut up; it’s when they complain, whine, and cry when they have to stay quiet, endure, reflect, and process.

On the street, if you talk a lot, you become “noise.” The people who talk a lot are the jesters of the street. “Look who is coming! Haha!” “Oh, look who is coming again.” Empty talk equals empty bullshit, and when you are a nonsense bullshitter, you gain no one’s respect. You can talk all day, but only those who got nothing to do throughout the day will listen to your bullshit because they are nonsense bullshitters like you.

The street teaches you to be careful about every word you say and every action you take because if you take the wrong one or say the wrong thing, you become trash for people to step on or a joke to talk about all day long. When you don’t have others’ respect, they don’t take what you say seriously, and most importantly, you get little to no support from the wise and strong. Be assured the nonsense bullshitters are nothing but wimps, and even if you got thousands of them behind your back, they don’t equal the support of a few of those who have mental strength and wisdom.

The Bottom Line

Nowadays, most people cry, whine, expect good things to happen to them, and take success for granted. They want to be as soft as a baby’s butt, don’t want to compete, and would prefer a delicate sense of emotions over a little kick in the butt.

Life is rough, man! Life is fucking rough! You have to die first to live! Modernization and sophistication don’t equal softness and comfort. It’s the opposite. It equals more fierce competition and bigger gaps between top achievers and those worried about their delicate emotions. The beasts will rise, and the rabbits will end up back in their holes; however, this time, the hole is much deeper than before.

I will compete with every one of you and beat your ass. I will stand up for myself even if no one is behind my back, and I will only say what I must say when I have to say it, and I will resist crying and whining. Those are the biggest lessons I learned from the street, and that’s why I see 99% of humanity as weak and soft as mashed bananas.

One last word for the over-sophisticated ones. I’m not promoting random aggressiveness. I’m not asking you to head out and slap everyone you see on the street. I’m not promoting the image of an Alpha man or muscular woman. I’m promoting mental toughness, self-confidence, competitiveness, and resilience. Those are the essence of thriving in the jungle and still apply to modern-day zoos.

If you don’t like what I say, you can ditch it and head back to your heaven, but don’t you dare to call what I said “hatred or cynical.” Otherwise, I would slap your butt and show you how it feels to taste the flavor of hell. Cheers!

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— © Nour Boustani 2024