What does it mean to be a man, /fit/?

Marlon Brando

Taking absolute responsibility for everything

>>42394259

What about things that aren't your responsibility?

>>42394295
Making no excuses, the buck stopping with you.
Taking responsibility for your own decisions, actions and mistakes.

>>42394223
Raising your wife's son

If you have to ask you'll never know

>>42394295
Read the Stoics. This has been thoroughly thought out 2000 years ago.

Having a penis

>>42394223
Whatever you want it to mean.

>>42394223
Never taking no for an answer, no matter how many times she says it

You gotta be a sick cunt.

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>>42394321

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>>42394223
Pic related anon. Begin sorting and figure it out for yourself.

>>42394223
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream- and not make dreams your master
If you can think- and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools

If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And which is more- you’ll be a man, my son!

>>42394613
>clean your room and rescue your father from the underworld

wow, fucking sage advice there mr. self-help guru