Since everyone likes Henry Rollins so much...

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  1. Sylva

    Sylva New Member

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    The Iron by Henry Rollins
    I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be
    like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.
    Completely.

    When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of
    all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The
    humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be
    mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow
    students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and
    my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I
    didn't run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was
    there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was
    pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every
    waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some
    strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.

    I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to
    talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing
    that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes.

    Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a
    few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the
    greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his
    head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and
    you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school
    sucked. Teachers gave me a hard time. I didn't think much of them
    either.

    Then came Mr. Pepperman, my adviser. He was a powerfully built
    Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his
    class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned
    him to the blackboard.

    Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he
    asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told
    me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy
    a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started
    to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the
    weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special.
    My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought
    the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An
    attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

    Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said
    that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on
    a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I
    wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing.

    In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than
    I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home
    that night and started right in. Weeks passed, and every once in a
    while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my
    books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

    Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of
    nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I
    laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home
    and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just
    the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My
    chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say **** to me.

    It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have
    learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I
    was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong.
    When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing
    it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.

    It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I
    had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes
    without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that
    leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad,
    I know it can't be as bad as that workout.

    I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is
    not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the
    Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks
    lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not
    picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not
    prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and
    self-control.

    I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I
    think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself
    off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on
    someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys
    working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the
    worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and
    insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the
    difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr.
    Pepperman.

    Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and
    sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical
    and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the
    heart.

    Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he
    was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a
    weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most
    romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a
    woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was
    racing through my body. Everything in me wanted her. So much so that
    sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most
    intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see
    her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the
    loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

    I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons
    that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always
    time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had
    taught me how to live.

    Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes
    down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People
    have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole. I
    see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban
    homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly.
    And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by
    that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the
    Iron mind.

    Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into
    a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind
    thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind
    degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my
    mind. The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is
    no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and
    body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn
    back.

    The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all
    kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron
    will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference
    point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in
    the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It
    never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two
    hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
     
  2. MaineSucks

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    thats the article why everyone likes Rollins so much. A good repost.

    I like this lurker.
     
  3. Memor

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    i can never read that article enough times
     
  4. bigdamray

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    Awsome!! This is also BDR approved!!
     
  5. evolude

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    good shit
     
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    Nice, I can relate.
     
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    I'd have his babies.
     
  8. MaineSucks

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    well, you're already having mine... you can't do that
     
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    He's having mine. fuck off. :fawk:
     
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    I'll fight you for him! :x:

    Or you can have his babies, I'll have Maines, and we'll have the cutest little lifting family get-togethers :rofl:
     
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    Seeing his spoken word tour was awesome. I was 3rd row, it was amazing.
     
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    Formz Hipster Santa OT Supporter

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    Sounds like a plan to me!
     
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    Wow, I knew I had nothing but respect for Rollins before, but I had never read this. Great article.
     
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    I want in on this somewhere!!! Maine is cute!! :rofl:
     
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    :bowdown: to rollins
     
  16. MaineSucks

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    :bowdown::bowdown::bowdown::bowdown:
     
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    N-Word-Jim Cure for boredom

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    I love how cartman is a consistant member of this forum.
     
  21. MaineSucks

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    almost... he needs more yoke
     
  22. Ceaze

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    i dont give a shit about henry rollins
     
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    Awesome, I used the last paragraph as the final quote for my powerpoint presentation I'm giving in 45 minutes!
     
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    I love that easter sunday set to NIN.
     
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