I’m not sure. I know I thought of myself as good-hearted and put upon as a boy. As an adult I was talking to a woman I grew up with and she said I was a mean little kid. I denied it, she had examples, I had to concede the point. I thought of myself as a sensitive person. The only person I was sensitive about was myself.
So, genetic supermen, rivers, and typhoons aside, looks like my original definition was OK.
I ran into a good man today. Staggered sun blind into a gas station to get Gatorade and chips for an outing, and the kid working behind the counter yelled out “Hey Sugar, how you today?” I blinked and looked around to see who he was addressing, it was me?? He looked like a 23 year old Lyle Lovett, all craggy faced and lanky but grinning and fun and sweet as pie. My sister slammed through the door next, got the same welcome. We were grinning back, all happy and goofy at this friendly kid’s awesome attitude. Next customer was also female, little older than us maybe, he called her sweetheart. Kept up the chatter while we shopped, asked what we were doing today, said sounds like fun, etc. Flirty as all hell but not even a little serious because sis and I are twice his age, and his cute blond girlfriend was hanging out by the counter rolling her eyes and smiling at his enthusiasm. I said “Is he always like this?” And girlfriend said yeah, totally full of shit. He was, too, but we were eating it up. I don’t know what he’s like outside of work, but in that environment he was as awesome and fun and friendly as any man I’ve ever encountered and were I 25 I’d be jealous of his cute girlfriend. He wasn’t pretty, he wasn’t muscular, he didn’t have a great job or anything at all superficially attractive to note. There wasn’t anything at all sleazy or cheesy or serious about his flirty attitude, it was all light hearted, innocent charm. But he was awesome, and spread the happy all over the place. Generous with nice words and happy sounds. That was a Good Man.
To me it involves around strength as that remains (to me) the most admirable trait in a man. Lack of strength nowadays focuses on the emotional and intellectual kind. So a weak man can be discerned by his lack of discipline, courage, loyalty, focus, independence, and sincerity.
Well, what does the world need? It needs direction.
A man will give the world direction.
A good man will deliver the message of direction in a welcome way- it will be like a song or some kind of art, and the man may not get noticed so much but the world will follow the direction, and so that man will be successfully good, if he happened to also be apt enough as a philosopher or holy man before he decided on which direction(s) to promote.
I don’t know if I qualify as a “good man”, fuck, I’m about to talk about myself in a discussion of goodness, that disqualifies me right of the bat, but I’ve noticed that when people say “oh my god you’re so nice!” or “you’re such a great person” to me it’s always with really weird and innocuous stuff.
Like, there are some streets around here that have no drainage and are made in such a way that huge pools of water collect during the rainy season. So I was complaining to my friend about the lack of drainage and how I always have to slow down to avoid soaking pedestrians on the sidewalk because of it. Well, apparently “slowing down so I don’t splash pedestrians” is some sort of Big Deal, because as soon as I said that it was “oh, wow, you’re so nice! That’s so considerate! I always bring a change of clothes for when there might be puddles just in case I have to walking down one of those roads and get splashed.” My reaction was mostly one of complete bafflement that people don’t try and not splash people. Avoiding soaking people i just, like… a thing you do. To me it’s more like the bare minimum requirement of “not being a dick” more than “being a good person”.
Again, I’m not sure if I really qualify as a “good man”, but I’ve noticed that when people comment on my supposed good deeds* it’s usually silly stuff like picking up trash without being asked, not splashing people on the street, and other weird innocuous stuff like that. So if that’s any indication you’ll probably get the “haven’t murdered a kindergartner” award any day now and everything will be hunky-dory. It may not actually make you a good person, but it seems that doing/not doing that sort of stuff is sufficient to be perceived as one.
I don’t mean to make it sound like people sing my praises night and day, I just mean on the rare occasion when it comes up.
A good person keeps his(her) word. A good person makes others’ lives easier. You know how there’s bosses, coworkers, or relatives that when you see them you think “oh shit” and others that you know, if they’re in on this it’s going to work out well? The second group.
A petty person uses any power they have to make life hard for others. A good person… slows down to avoid soaking pedestrians
During my master’s training, I had to do a lot of reading on a variety of topics in the martial arts. One of the common themes was how important it is, and how difficult it is, to lead a warrior’s lifestyle in modern society.
Courtesy, respect, loyalty, honor, integrity, perseverance, self-control: a man who leads a life built around attributes like these is a good man.
“I would not have you be fighters, of whom there are many. But gentlemen, of whom there are few.” - my sensei
A good man has integrity. He has honor. He has the strength which need not be feared, except by those who have neither integrity nor honor. He keeps his word, he does his duty. And sometimes, he puts the women and children behind him, and dies first.
Well he’s not the man you thought he was, at least according to a gazillion Facebook women who thought he was a good man who was smart, funny and loved their kids like his own, but ultimately discovered that he was a low down lyin’ skunk who would make out with their BFF if he had too much to drink.