I was thinking about something I heard regarding personal safety. Someone said, “Nobody ever fucks with me.”
Then, I thought about every time I’d ever been fucked with. I thought about how all of these times are far in the past.
What had changed in me that made me similar to the man who’s never fucked with? What was the difference?
I discuss that in this video. If you don’t want to watch that video, read on.
What had I done to increase my personal safety?
We in the gun community, self defense community, whatever you want to call it, are over-prepared for self defense. You read that right. We’re over-prepared.
Think for a moment about your average threat.
This criminal usually doesn’t carry a gun until he plans to use one. He doesn’t practice with his gun. He just plain sucks with guns.
He’s usually in shitty shape because all he does when he isn’t mugging or robbing or breaking and entering is smoke pot and eat corn chips. He’s doughy.
The only way he’ll have any muscle mass is if he’s done time in jail. Jail is college for crooks, and many of them major in iron.
Think for a moment about the average man who takes self defense seriously.
This man carries his gun 24/7, like a Spartan warrior wears his armor. He doesn’t practice with his gun, he studies it. He doesn’t suck with guns.
He’s not a bodybuilder, but he’s fit. He’s probably only in the gym to improve his looks, but he’s building strength the entire time. He ain’t doughy.
He’s got some muscle mass. Not bodybuilder muscle mass, because he isn’t taking drugs. He’s a good guy, and good guys don’t do drugs.
The average “self defense enthusiast” is over-prepared.
If you put the average “self defense enthusiast” in a shootout with a tough from the old west, he’d cream the cowboy. The only thing the cowboy’s got on him is killer instinct, which can be overcome by good old fashioned elbow grease.
See, the modern man who is serious about self defense has a better gun and a better body than the old cowboy. He’s a better fighter.
We think of the guys from the old west as being hardassed, but they were just a bunch of drunk kids with guns. The borderline militarized man of today would eviscerate those guys.
Safe to say they’re over-prepared. But what exactly is it that keeps thugs from fucking with them?
What is the missing piece?
They don’t look like a target.
Simple as that.
They don’t look like targets.
If you don’t understand this (like I didn’t understand it) then I’ll give you some personal examples that helped me figure it out.
Me in 2004
In 2004, I started high school in a wheel chair. I started high school from a place of weakness. Everyone knew me as the kid in the wheel chair.
I was in a wheel chair because I ran over myself two months before school started. That’s unimportant right now, the point is that I started high school from a place of weakness.
I was a skinny kid with a big head, and I started high school in a wheel chair. In 2004, I reeked of weak. I got my ass kicked enough to show it.
Every time I spoke up, I got slapped down.
I had been practicing martial arts since 1997, so I knew how to fight. I just physically wasn’t strong enough. The answer was obvious.
I started lifting weights and eating everything in sight. I knew how to get big instinctively, because I grew up in the land of farmers who chew tobacco.
So I lifted weights in the high school weight room for 90 minutes, 5 days a week, religiously, and I ate everything in sight.
By 2006 I weighed 230lbs.
I had the strength. And I had the size. I wasn’t lean, because I didn’t know how to get lean yet.
It didn’t matter, because I wasn’t a target. Anytime someone defaulted to old habits and fucked with me, I’d smack him down so he folded like a hotel maid. Safety wasn’t a concern.
I was 16 years old, I wasn’t a target, and life was good.
Fast Forward to 2010
By 2010, I was a fat ass. I don’t know what I weighed, because I never weighed myself.
2010 was the worst year of my life. If I had to guess, I weighed 280 lbs. Like I said, I was a fat ass.
I was robbed at gunpoint in 2010. The tween wanna-be thugs who robbed me decided that the woman I worked with and I would make great targets.
A boy pretending to be a man held a Walther knock-off on me and threatened me for money. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, but I wouldn’t realize it until later.
Fast Forward to 2013
By May 23, 2013, I weighed 306 lbs. I decided to do something about that.
I lost 115 lbs in six months. Since losing it, not a single person has fucked with me.
Why is that?
Because I’m not a target anymore.
Back in high school, I was a target. I was a skinny-fat kid with a big head who was known as the wheelchair kid.
After 2010, I was a fat ass. Why wouldn’t I make a great target? Fat asses are slow and weak.
Once I lost the weight, though, it was a different story.
Today, I’m bigger than most men. The average man is much smaller than me.
Today, I’m much leaner than most men. The average man is much fatter than me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no bodybuilder. I’m still too fat, and I’m taking steps to lose that body fat.
But I’m not a target.
The #1 Thing You Can Do to Increase Your Personal Safety
To increase your personal safety, don’t be a target.
How do you do that? Simple.
- Hit the gym.
- Eat right.
Easy as can be.
Why does this increase your personal safety?
Think about it from the crook’s perspective.
They can rob anyone. They don’t have to rob you.
If you’re a fit guy with an obvious carry bulge (why I don’t care about printing) then why would they choose you?
They’ll choose the man who is smaller than you. The man who is fatter than you. The man who isn’t obviously armed.
What can you do to increase your personal safety?
The answer is so obvious, I feel stupid for not realizing it sooner.
It isn’t an issue of what gun you bought. It isn’t an issue of what cartridge you load your magazine with.
It’s as simple as not looking like a target.