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Tangentially related to my "hero" post

"Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest mother-fucker in the world. If I moved to a martial arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

Hiro used to feel that way, too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way this is liberating. Hiro no longer has to worry about trying to be the baddest motherfucker in the world. The position is taken."
(Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash, p.254, Beginning of Chapter 36)

Thing is, he's right; I went through the same process, at around 25. I figured out that, no matter how hard I trained, how hard I worked, there would always be someone out there more dangerous than I was. Having accepted that, I could move on with life.


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Apr. 29th, 2004 11:31 am (UTC)
I must admit to feeling the same way. I've been giving slightly more than a cursory thought to personal safety lately, and I think my attitude and general mouthiness might be better backed up if I had some actual self-defense.

But as far as bad-ass, well, there's biker gang bad ass and PhD drop-out badass. The only people who would feel threatened by me are those so scared of life that wearing long hair is a bold and radical move.
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