Beaus Journal

[beaucephus]

I feel like writing.

I think too often guys forget that we are the men. Let that sink in for a bit. What does being a man mean to you?

To me, it means I can wake up in a tent on the beach in Bali (next months trip), drink a pint of beer (warm of course) grab my surf board and hit the waves with a bar of soap to make sure I don't smell too much for when I'm done in the evening.

It means I can go out, make a fool out of myself and have no regrets or be labeled a "slut".

It also means I'm responsible for my own actions and I have to own my emotions. I can't let them get the best of me because that can greatly effect my outcome in life.

What it doesn't mean, for you who think being tough is the only prerequisite for this accomplishment that is "man", is it doesn't mean I can be rude to women, it doesn't mean I can call fat bishes "whales", it means I have empathy for others and if I happen to have a dollar to give, I give it. It doesn't mean I can lie to a girls face to get her to sleep with me then kick her out in the morning saying "sorry, I don't have cab fare for you but figure it out", rather I can tell her right off "this is a one time thing" and she will comply.

I don't care what anyone tells you, either, but being punched in the face repeatedly not only builds character, but is an absolutely great form of conflict resolution. Everyone has that fear sitting inside of them when facing an adversary who is about to unload on them. Its natural. Facing that fear makes other aspects of life seem trivial. "What, you mean I've got to wake up at 5am today to work a 12hr shift and repeat that the rest of the week?? Cool, better than being punched in the face repeatedly".

Men have friends, real friends. Not the type that talk sh0t behind each others back, but the type that talk sh0t to their face in an effort to get them to improve themselves. The type that just bail you out of jail without question and don't even ask when you're going to pay them back. A friend doesn't need to hear your voice every day, but knows that when he needs his voice heard, you're there.

Men can control their alcohol or at least know they can't and don't temp the fates. They don't make themselves others responsibility because they lose their sh9t while partying.

men don't fear women. Of course we may get nervous/excited when approaching, but deep down we know they are there for us. This world is our playground and women our toys. Now don't take that the wrong way, we treat our toys nice. We wax our cars often, we change the oil, we check the tire pressure, we love our toys, but in the end, they are ours. They also carry responsibility and we must recognize that unless we want to take on that burden, its often best to just go for a test drive every once in a while. Of course, disclosing to the salesman upfront that we aren't quite ready to buy.

When you walk past someone, you hold your head high and you look them directly in the eye. You offer a smile, not a grimmace or frown. Remember, as far as the world is concerned, your life is the sh9t. I don't care if your grandma just died, you have the life others want. Fake it til you make it.

Fear doesn't have a place in our lives. We simply have no respect for the emotion. When asked if we want to do something, the answer is always yes. However, we don't stop to take pictures, we hold those in our heads. They're ours afterall, not all the dipsh0ts who look at our ******** page.

But again, treat your girls right. They can be a lot of fun if treated right. But don't let them ever think they are in control. We lead. Period. They can be a great part of OUR life, not the other way around. Let them be controlled by fear, but again, we don't have respect for that emotion.

And for Gods sake, stop asking if she's into you. Assume she is. If you're living your life right, anyone should be happy to be a part of it. If you have to ask if she's into you, change yourself. You're boring.

Oh and men eat meat. Lots of it. Its just fukking good and the way God intended it.

If you have to ask, "is this alpha", you are probably a closet homosexual (nttawwt). Jus sayin.

Remember, at least one, if not a few, of the people reading this will die this year. If that happens to you, can you say you really lived?

Men smile when they get cut off in traffic. We know the miserable bastard in the car in front of us has a sh9tty life and we don't want to be a part of it. Nothing that sorry fuk does can affect us.

We respect money. its the game everyone is stuck playing. However, we aren't its slave. Owning the biggest house on top of the biggest hill only means we have more rooms to watch TV in... alone.

I'mma go get drunk.

[MrFrumble]

I feel like writing.

I think too often guys forget that we are the men. Let that sink in for a bit. What does being a man mean to you?

To me, it means I can wake up in a tent on the beach in Bali (next months trip), drink a pint of beer (warm of course) grab my surf board and hit the waves with a bar of soap to make sure I don't smell too much for when I'm done in the evening.

It means I can go out, make a fool out of myself and have no regrets or be labeled a "slut".

It also means I'm responsible for my own actions and I have to own my emotions. I can't let them get the best of me because that can greatly effect my outcome in life.

What it doesn't mean, for you who think being tough is the only prerequisite for this accomplishment that is "man", is it doesn't mean I can be rude to women, it doesn't mean I can call fat bishes "whales", it means I have empathy for others and if I happen to have a dollar to give, I give it. It doesn't mean I can lie to a girls face to get her to sleep with me then kick her out in the morning saying "sorry, I don't have cab fare for you but figure it out", rather I can tell her right off "this is a one time thing" and she will comply.

I don't care what anyone tells you, either, but being punched in the face repeatedly not only builds character, but is an absolutely great form of conflict resolution. Everyone has that fear sitting inside of them when facing an adversary who is about to unload on them. Its natural. Facing that fear makes other aspects of life seem trivial. "What, you mean I've got to wake up at 5am today to work a 12hr shift and repeat that the rest of the week?? Cool, better than being punched in the face repeatedly".

Men have friends, real friends. Not the type that talk sh0t behind each others back, but the type that talk sh0t to their face in an effort to get them to improve themselves. The type that just bail you out of jail without question and don't even ask when you're going to pay them back. A friend doesn't need to hear your voice every day, but knows that when he needs his voice heard, you're there.

Men can control their alcohol or at least know they can't and don't temp the fates. They don't make themselves others responsibility because they lose their sh9t while partying.

men don't fear women. Of course we may get nervous/excited when approaching, but deep down we know they are there for us. This world is our playground and women our toys. Now don't take that the wrong way, we treat our toys nice. We wax our cars often, we change the oil, we check the tire pressure, we love our toys, but in the end, they are ours. They also carry responsibility and we must recognize that unless we want to take on that burden, its often best to just go for a test drive every once in a while. Of course, disclosing to the salesman upfront that we aren't quite ready to buy.

When you walk past someone, you hold your head high and you look them directly in the eye. You offer a smile, not a grimmace or frown. Remember, as far as the world is concerned, your life is the sh9t. I don't care if your grandma just died, you have the life others want. Fake it til you make it.

Fear doesn't have a place in our lives. We simply have no respect for the emotion. When asked if we want to do something, the answer is always yes. However, we don't stop to take pictures, we hold those in our heads. They're ours afterall, not all the dipsh0ts who look at our ******** page.

But again, treat your girls right. They can be a lot of fun if treated right. But don't let them ever think they are in control. We lead. Period. They can be a great part of OUR life, not the other way around. Let them be controlled by fear, but again, we don't have respect for that emotion.

And for Gods sake, stop asking if she's into you. Assume she is. If you're living your life right, anyone should be happy to be a part of it. If you have to ask if she's into you, change yourself. You're boring.

Oh and men eat meat. Lots of it. Its just fukking good and the way God intended it.

If you have to ask, "is this alpha", you are probably a closet homosexual (nttawwt). Jus sayin.

Remember, at least one, if not a few, of the people reading this will die this year. If that happens to you, can you say you really lived?

Men smile when they get cut off in traffic. We know the miserable bastard in the car in front of us has a sh9tty life and we don't want to be a part of it. Nothing that sorry fuk does can affect us.

We respect money. its the game everyone is stuck playing. However, we aren't its slave. Owning the biggest house on top of the biggest hill only means we have more rooms to watch TV in... alone.

I'mma go get drunk.

Good read. Measly repped. Alot of truths in there.

[UCFBuilder]

Awesome man

[Fire8085]

Good post bra, still gotta wait to rep you though.

[Cyborg009]

To me, being a man is having a dick. Probably some balls too.

All the rest of that stuff is independent of that.

[trotnasty]

Great post, the misc could learn a lot from it. To me the biggest part of being a man has to do with being accountable for my actions. If I screw something up, I have to work to correct it, it's too easy today to try and pass this responsibility on to someone else. It's too easy to just say it's not my problem someone else can deal with it, I think that's a huge problem in our society.

[TDmuscle25]

Great Post.

[beaucephus]

Well, I made my way home just fine. Didn't get too drunk and even got a hold of an E-Cigarette. Weird thing.

Growing into yourself is a hard thing to do, especially if you don't have guideance in life. I remember when I was really insecure about my size years ago because everywhere I went, I stuck out like a sore thumb. People notice the big guy walking into the room. One day I embraced it, held my head high and never looked back. Whats funny about our insecurities is they can often become our strengths. Many comedians are shy in front of crowds. Something I learned recently. I personally have a big nose. Fukk it, its sexy! What really matters in life is that you genuinely like yourself and the person that you have become. Everything else is a bit trivial. Imma watch the human centipede and go to sleep. Peace

[Alwaysprolol]

repped

[Ascendent]

Bravo, Beau.

[IndyMike]

Well, I made my way home just fine. Didn't get too drunk and even got a hold of an E-Cigarette. Weird thing.

Growing into yourself is a hard thing to do, especially if you don't have guideance in life. I remember when I was really insecure about my size years ago because everywhere I went, I stuck out like a sore thumb. People notice the big guy walking into the room. One day I embraced it, held my head high and never looked back. Whats funny about our insecurities is they can often become our strengths. Many comedians are shy in front of crowds. Something I learned recently. I personally have a big nose. Fukk it, its sexy! What really matters in life is that you genuinely like yourself and the person that you have become. Everything else is a bit trivial. Imma watch the human centipede and go to sleep. Peace

Good read, how was the movie?

[G-Profit]

That was great, man. Keep writing.

[Rudyy]

When you walk past someone, you hold your head high and you look them directly in the eye. You offer a smile, not a grimmace or frown. Remember, as far as the world is concerned, your life is the sh9t. I don't care if your grandma just died, you have the life others want. Fake it til you make it.

Awesome. I need to work on this. I let my emotions get the best of me.

[beaucephus]

Good read, how was the movie?

The Human Centipede (possible spoiler alert, I don't know what I'm about to write)

Let me see, how can I explain it? I guess its good that I didn't write the movie, this at least lets me know that I'm not totally batsh0t insane, or at very least, that a person other than myself is indeed more mentally unstable than I am.

Perhaps there comes a time in a guys life when one dog just won't do, but the burden of walking not two, but three dogs wears heavy on his soul. So, he just takes all three dogs and makes them one. I don't know, I suppose I'm just trying to jump into the mind of something I don't understand. However, you can be assured that the want to create a "center-piece" is looming ever so deeply in my mind now.

I'm definitely not going to lose sleep over this one, but the image of a thin asian man screaming in sheer delight "EAT!" every time I sit down to dinner is burned in my minds eye.

I don't think we'll be seeing any Oscars coming The Human Centipedes way, I don't believe there's even a need for a part II, but what I can be sure of is human kind must really be running out of original ideas when it reverts to movies such as this.

Awesome. I need to work on this. I let my emotions get the best of me.

We all do, but with practice, you can learn to put them aside and focus on whats important.

[kingof_queens]

I like it, good post!

[Teh_Nigerian]

Good stuff. I look forward to more insightful commentary.

[John$Galt]

Great post beau.

[AsylumSeeker]

Awesome read; awesome post.

I feel amazingly inspired, sir Beau.

[beaucephus]

I've got this friend who is a Hare Krishna (srs), dude owns a temple in Laguna Beach.

Strange thing about him (Dave), is he's beyond genius in the IQ sector. One of those guys that when you look into his eyes, you feel like you're looking into a pit of information as opposed to just seeing a person standing in front of you.

I met Dave one morning when I was going to play basketball with some friends down in Laguna Beach after a long night of drinking. I saw him doing a Thai Chi type thing on the beach by himself and decided I would find out what he was all about, instead of just standing there thinking "what a weirdo" like everyone else was doing.

So I turned and told my buddies that I would be right back, not knowing that I was going to make a great friend in a minute and I would actually be gone for well over an hour. Throwing the basketball to Tom, I started in Daves direction.

This was a picture perfect morning for the time of year. The sun was up, it was roughly 10am and the day had just begun. We had planned on making a BBQ at the ocean front park down the street after we got done playing bball. I don't know that it has much to do with anything, but a bit ironic that I met Dave on such a serene day.

As I walked towards him, he made no notice of my approach, just continued in his eccentric movements as if I wasn't even there. I got within 5 feet of him and asked, "Do you mind if I talk with you?", and he came to a pause, looked at me and said, "Well, not if you don't mind my listening", which I thought was cool. He prompted me to sit down, which I obliged. So there we are sitting, I lean over and make my introduction, "Hello, I'm Beau", his reply, "Hey Beau, I'm Dave". I thought it a bit odd that his name was so simple. I was expecting something different. Don't know what really, just not Dave.

"I always admire people that can walk their own path and I was hoping that I could know more about you, Dave". He smiled, looked at me and said, "Ironically, Beau, You have incited the same intrigue in me as well with such a direct and concise question. Sure, I'd be happy to tell you a bit about myself".

I heard of his upbringing in Israel, he was the son of a doctor, his mother a housewife who raised the children. After the child rearing years were behind her, she had left his father and that's when Dave decided it was time to move to America. Although Jewish in upbringing, after his time in the IDF, he had decided that the God he had known couldn't have been the God he wanted to follow and that's when he discovered his religion. I asked him if I could have ever seen him in LAX wearing a robe and handing out pamphlets, he laughed and said "Yes, you may have", but that was it as far as talk of his religion.

So after hearing about his upbringing, he asked me of mine, I relayed with the most honesty that I believe I had ever given to a person other than my wife and a close friend, he thanked me for sharing my story and said that I was indeed an interesting person, which felt good coming from this guy.

Dave is in his 50's (not sure of the exact number, haven't ever really asked him) and has been married for the last 23yrs if I'm not mistaken. He is a self-proclaimed "Scholar of life and human characteristics" and a wealth of information when something is troubling you. He gets paid some ridiculous number to counsel people (mainly corporate executives who can afford it, but some athletes as well) and lives just up the hill from where I met him in what I would think is a 10 million dollar house over-looking the ocean. Even in this economy.

Some of the things Dave has taught me, most of them recently as I've been having a hard time dealing with the finality of my past relationship.

1. She is not a good person.

This hurts to hear even now, but he is so right. A persons core is always revealed during the course of a relationship. I mean, here she is, the mother of my child, the only woman on the planet to have ever taken hold of my heart, the person whom with a single word can change my emotional state... here she is, MINE, and to come to the realization that she really isn't a good person, that's hard to grasp. However, Dave is a really really smart man and without a doubt, right. Nobody that takes a life vow of commitment to another and destroys that trust for personal satisfaction can truly be good at heart. God damned if you aren't right, Dave!

2. although the abuse of drugs can be life threatening and detrimental, the use of drugs can be life enhancing.

I've always held a deep down insecurity about having used drugs in the past, but as Dave explained to me, almost every other culture outside of the American culture embraces the use of drugs to open the mind and release inner-demons. People who use drugs recreationally tend to be much more interesting. How about that?

3. Travel as much and as often as possible.

Our minds are easily conditioned to our surroundings and being in one place too long limits our thoughts. In order to keep an open mind and live life to the fullest, we have to escape our surroundings often. At least once in our lives, we should take a solo trip to an obscure place to see how we deal with situations outside our normal grasp with no support structure (friends) in place.

4. Exercise often

If for nothing more than health reasons, its good to take a jaunt here and there. Now Dave pushes the organic foods bit, but I'm personally not a fan as I feel very limited in what I can eat when going that route, but I definitely agree with him on the exercise bit. Our bodies need to be worn down in order to be able to be built back up. Its the cycle of life and a sedentary lifestyle is simply not a natural state for humans.


These are the things that have really stuck in my head after meeting him. He's unloaded a ton of interesting philosophies on me (for free, even!) and I enjoy a conversation with Dave whenever possible, but the 4 above have really burned into my head. Since I've met him, my life has become more liberated and I've become much more accepting of others. I've went from the guy who "looks mean" to the guy with a crazy smile on his face. its amazing what a smile will do for you. Doors will open and people will invite you into their lives without knowing a thing about you. Life seems to come to you when you have a perpetual smile.

If I can think of more insightful things he's told me, I will definitely post them up here.

[hollywooddork]

Great post, so many truths. Reminds me of the book "The way of the superior man", has the same sort of message.

[beaucephus]

I'mma write some sh0t before I go to bed.

I don't remember the year but I was 22yrs old at the time and had just gotten out of the Marines. Landed myself in Bullhead City, AZ doing construction work trying to make ends meet. After a few weeks of hanging sheet rock in 120+ degree heat, decided to take what little money I had and cruise to Vegas to find work.

When I arrived in Vegas, it was magical. I remember seeing the big signs and flashing lights all over the place as I drove down the strip. I remember thinking to myself, "This is where I was meant to be. Fukk Bullhead City and fukk construction work".

So I drove to the end of the strip and found a little motel to stay in with reasonable rates. I wanna say 30 bucks a night or so. I get myself set up in my room. A little dainty sh0thole with a window that doesn't open. Across the street is the big round tall casino with the roller coasters on top. Stratosphere, I guess it was called, and just a block up the street, Olympic Gardens. The best damned strip club in the US.

So I figure its time for me to go find a job. I start out walking down the strip and stop in each casino requesting a bar tending job. Lo n behold, every one of them requires experience to hire me. So hours later, I end up back at my motel room, almost feeling sorry for myself, except for the fact that I'm in Vegas, not Bullhead City. That thought alone could cheer me up if I was sitting in a vat of acid.

I look at the table and realize I've only got a couple hundred bucks left to my name. It would cost 50 bucks just in gas to make it back to Bullhead City and I've got room rent coming up in a few hours. So what do I do? I go to Olympic Gardens... fukk yeah!

When I get to the front door, I get asked for a cover charge. I wanna say 40 bucks sounds about right. Some persian dude working the door looks me up and down and says, "You here for the auditions?", what else can I say but, "Uhhh yeah.. yeah Im here to audition. sure", then he waives the cover charge and walks me upstairs. Great! (enter sarcasm here)

So i get up there and I see a bunch of half naked men standing around looking toned and tanned as fawk. I now realize I'm actually in an audition to become a male stripper. "Fuk it" I say, I figured it can't be as bad as what I've been doing for the last few weeks, much less the last few years in the Marines.

I take a seat and meet a guy named Tony. Good dude. Father kicked him out of the home and he's got to figure out how to support himself without any formal education. Tony and immediately separate ourselves from the rest of the guidos in the place and eventually, we become best friends.

Now the auditions started and to make a long story short, I can say I wasn't the most graceful guy they had ever seen, but what I lacked in talent, I made up for in tenacity! I got up there and shook my ass like it was on fire! The auditions came to an end.

With a group of about 30 guys sitting around I really didn't expect to be picked, but I figured at least I got free admission into the club and could now go downstairs to see the girls. Wrong! Just my luck, I'm one of 5 guys they kept. I also found out later they hold auditions once a year and I just happened to walk up to the door on the only night they were holding them. Just my luck! Lol

So Tony and I bond together, as he was one of the other five guys to get picked as well. We are told to come back the next night with our g-strings (srs) and I started wondering just wtf I had gotten myself into. I was excited, embarrassed, nervous and feeling kinda good because I was picked all in the same time. I figure, wtf, whats the worst that could happen.

We head downstairs and pick a table near the back to sit at and talk. Immediately girls start coming up to us asking if we're "the new guys upstairs" and I thought I had an idea of what I had gotten myself into... I had NO idea! Within the hour, a beautiful red-headed girl named Amy invites me to stay at her house with her "friends" (who happened to be 3 other strippers), she says its cool and that I can stay on the couch. Since I was running low on funds, I had no option but to take her up on the offer.

Tony and I part ways but exchange numbers and agree to meet up the next day to talk/figure out just wtf we're going to do the next night come time to work. I sat around til 6am waiting on Amy to get off work so I could go back to her place and crash.

Now Amy and I never slept together, but we were very close. I ended up sleeping in her bed most nights and she would just be happy to have a guy who didn't want to fukk her holding on to her as she slept. I figured if thats all I had to do for a free place to say, so be it. Besides, all 4 girls constantly walked around naked and would laugh at my morning wood whenever I'd wake up. It was a lot of fun living there. They'd bring their friends back for me, but I only actually had sex with one of the girls that lived there and it was only one time when we were really out of it. I really don't know how many of their friends I slept with, though, they'd find it funny to watch it happen and would actually coach me on what to say/do to close the deal. I learned a lot living there.

My first night of work, I ended up taking home just over 1100 dollars. I had never really seen that much money at one time up until that point so it was very encouraging and made it even harder to walk away from the work.

I remember looking at Tony one night and saying, "Hey, you ever watch those shows and wonder just where all those beautiful women actually hang out... well, look around buddy!", I swear, there are more 10/10's hanging out upstairs at Olympic Gardens than any other place on the planet.

There are so many stories contained within this one that I really don't know which one to pick to write about. The wife who pulled me behind a door and went down on me saying, "Oh he's probably downstairs getting laid right now anyway", the billionairess who flew me around the world in her fathers private jet and married me in Mexico (srs), The girl who fukked 6 of my buddies at once to "get back at me", the $30,000 dollar tip... I honestly have so many stories from that year of my life, I have no idea which one to write about.

Life is a funny thing.

[John$Galt]

You should write a book man. ^^ that's some crazy sh*t!

[Exane]

You should write a book man. ^^ that's some crazy sh*t!

In on this idea, would def read it broskie.

[b0ngman]

275 lbs is too much for a surfboard brah

[.aeterna]

subbed for later, agree with much content of ur posts

[b0ngman]

dave sounds like a cool guy.. would like to meet him when i go out to cali later this year to take surf pics... would like to take surf pics of 275lber ripping

subbed for later

[kratosbrah]

Interesting thread Beau, seen you post around, did not know you're a former Marine.. Semper Fi, I'm an 0311.

Keep up with the updates, I think you got some wisdom and knowledge to share, as a young dude I always take the opportunity to sit down and soak up some wisdom from the older brahs.

[b0ngman]

i wanna hear about the girl who fuked 6 of ur buddies at once to get back at you

lets start there

[janky]

i wanna hear about the girl who fuked 6 of ur buddies at once to get back at you

lets start there

out of all the stories that's the only one I can say I've had happen as well lol
feelsbadman.

well, no ... not really.

[dark-m]

thumbs up!





great read. nothing more to say besides: keep writing!