Yesterday (Saturday) I was at a party with some friends, we were at the garage talking and having a good time. Then, some guys came in, but nobody knew them. They looked nice at first so we had no problem, until one of them started to make fun of a girl who was in the party, she said nothing, but all of us realized their real attitude was revealing, my friends decided to enter the house and leave those guys in the garage until they had gone. I followed them but I felt something was just wrong, why should we let them occupy our space and insult us and just let them go?

I got outside, one of them yelled at me and asked one of them to leave, he said no. I remembered this article and the article about the alpha male (get in a fist fight). It was not my first fist fight, but it was definitely the first one not to take place in a school and as a 18+ year old. Plus, I am a short man (165 cm). I was scared, mainly not because of the punches I could receive, nor even the knives they could carry, those things worried me but they didn’t worry me the same as the fear of being ridiculized, but I went, I faced the guy, we argued a little, we started fighting, I tried to hit him but I couldn’t, he would laugh until I reached his chin with my fist, the guy went down, I felt great, my friends and his friends would separate us, the annoying guys went out.

I wanted to thank you, I’ve been reading your blog since about 2 months and I have been recovering the joy and audacity of life. I feel in the arena again. I’m focusing on living my own life, get rid of my awful job at the call center and live my passion.

brilliant.

Well said. And struggles are what allow us to grow into stronger people. We need them. Without them we’re weak.