Being A Genetic Freak : Giving The Crowd What It Wants

“Are you just one of those guys that is just freakishly strong?”

“Were you always like that.”
(Referring to being big)

To some degree I think I was going to grow up big and strong regardless. I’d say forcefeeding and years of training made it so I’m over 215-235lbs, we do have a natural fighting bodyweight, that we can even outgrow through training and eating (not steroids/gear motherfucker, if I was on gear I’d be 50lbs heavier and leaner, I just weight trained and ate up past my natural fighting weight).

I just find it easier to give the crowd what it wants, tell them I’m a genetic freak, and then wait.
By waiting you learn about the other. Are they the kind who truly believes in genetic freaks, or do they believe in human potential?

I believe all people have the capability to be physically robust.

“Genetic freak” isn’t as large a factor as weaklings online like to screech while attempting to cuddle their tears away as they lay awake at night.

When they’ve an open mind, and give props for the work I’ve put in, acknowledging I’m not just some freak of the genetic lottery, and start asking questions on bulking then I’ll go into story time about force feeding from 225 to 253 at 17 years old, and give good advice on how to eat more, and how easy it is to drink your nutritious calories.

It’s a shame when advice isn’t taken, it’s lovely when the advice is listened to attentively and acted upon.

(Often it’s every demographic but young men who act on the advice. A 70 year old man recently asked me a question and implemented my advice immediately. I enjoyed that, refreshing to have given implemented advice, and to make it even cooler a few days later he told me he passed the advice along.)