Whatever Doesn't Kill You
will make you weaker.
The Liar’s Paradox
Misleading slogans are dangerous, because they can give you an imaginary basis for fighting for your life.
Here are a couple of them:
“Whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”
BS.
You can be weakened from a million directions and, eventually, you WILL break.
Another comparable “embalmed wisdom” suggests,
“Courage means that you are afraid and you are still doing it.”
BS.
Fear causes people to freeze (“fight, flight, or freeze”) or at least slows them down, downgrading their abilities to fight. Courage means that you are willing to give yourself up for a good cause and are determined to win. At that point, you have NO fear!
PLEASE, ADD YOUR COLLECTION OF FAKE ADAGES and I will annex them to the text!
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Most likely this response isn't exactly what you are looking for...but for some reason I thought it would fit. Whatever Doesn't Break You...
When I was in Junior high school back in the 1960's, I was bullied. One day I was bullied in the front of my house and my father watched from the window and didn't interfere. When I was done having my ass beat and came in, he said, do you like being beat up? He said, I've got weights, lift them and get stronger and learn how to fight back. So that is what I did. I found out that as I fought back that the bullies were getting their asses whipped. I reached a point where I became fearless against bullies.
The first week of Senior high I was walking through the locker room and a tennis shoe came flying out of nowhere right into my face, bottom first. Dirt in my eyes. A tall skinny black dude, (no racism here, just facts) was laughing his ass off. He thought it was hilarious. I asked him if he threw the shoe...his response was, "Big Ben did." pointing to another black student. I walked up to "Big Ben" and said did you throw that shoe? He said..."Yeah, watcha" was the most he got out as I literally attacked him and beat the living shit out of him. I had him down and was smashing his head into a bench when the Coach came out and broke us apart. Turned out "Big Ben" was a senior. I was a Junior. Two years difference. And he was big, BUT so was I. He was the heavy weight wrestling champ and got his ass beat by the new guy in the 10th grade. "Big Ben" would see me in the hall and say, "Hey Mark, if you ever need my help, I'll be there." Yeah, I'll need his help! LOL!.
As my life progressed I became a HATER of bullies and I have absolutely no fear of them in the least bit. Cop bullies, government bullies, I don't give a shit. I'm also the kind of guy that can look in a window at a shopping mall and watch the reflections of people staring at me. I'm 6'4" tall, weight 245, have two 2nd degree black belts in two martial arts styles, and can hammer curl 50 pounds 75 reps with each arm at the age of 68 and have video proof. I'm the guy that the bad guys don't want to have to deal with. Plus I'm an expert shot and carry a Glock 30 .45 ALL THE TIME including in my own house.
Am I bragging? No, because it's the truth. And my attitude is I don't give a flying rats ass what anyone thinks about me. As long as I don't harm anyone...UNDESERVED, I'm happy with myself. I grew from being a cowardly lion (My family crest is a lion) as a bullied kid to the Courageous Lion that I am today. Anyone mess with me or my family and they will find out it was a big mistake.
Here’s one:
“It’s never too late.”
Yeah right. Might be for the USA.