When I was younger and worked at a health food restaurant, I met this super buff guy. Like, the Mr. Universe kinda buff with muscles on top, but also built stocky like a football player. One day, he came in all beat up.
I later learned from his friends that he was constantly challenged to fights. He was the most nicest guy I ever met, and all he cared about was taking care of his pecs. But some unsecure asshole at a bar decided to take a few swings at him to pump his manhood and left him with a black eye.
And you can say, “Well the other guy must have been worse off!” But like… How exhausting is that to constantly deal with that?