What da fact datsomeone presents a statement with eye-streaming sobs should be as far as whether or not you choose to believe said statement.
In da "Walrus and Carpenter" poem, da huge tusked mammal boo-hoos his way through his feast of oysters, but said copiously-blubbering performance is soon revealed to be totally immatearyal, since he is shown afterwards to not actually have been da least bit sorrowful or regretful for having shamelessly tricked said helpless bivalves into getting gluttonously consumed, and in fact, he'd actually eaten more than half of them himself, rather than sharing equally with his indifferent and unrepentant human woodworker buddy.
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”