So yeah, dude, Andrew Tate, I will not be doing 1000 shoulder presses today

Mainly because I can’t allocate all my time to being a badass.

I need some time in the day to fall in love too.

I can’t finish the 48 laws of power, or Caesar’s “Conquest of the Gaul”,

because bitch, someone has to read the Romantics too.

Maybe tomorrow when all the chamber of my heart have hardened into Nietzschean rock,

I will shave my head, move to America, and fly business class only,

but for now I am going to let my hair down, sit on the railway platform of a rain-soaked Indian railway station, and sip on its ungodly tea,

and think of her, and her alone.