Iāve only ever been in a public gym a couple times in my entire life.
My one girlfriend had a membership and wanted me to go with her. I didnāt get any real thrill or repulsion from it. It was just another workout, but playing on different weight machines.
Fallopian tubes hanging out and sometimes you see some spider legs
Does he even lift?
Does emotional weight count?
You like that donāt you maroon.
I canāt stand their insatiable need for attention and then the indignation when they get it
Honestly, being a rackflack just is not a common thing in Canada. There may be the odd freak looking at themselves in the mirror with love in their eyes. But they donāt block access to dumbbells, they just leave them in a pile by the adjustable benches.
Whatever bullshy^te happens in Canadian public gyms, and there is some, Iām guessing would be (up to) ten times worse in the States, depending on the state. Probably better in Minnesota or Maine than in Texas or Florida?
Iāve found it to be the opposite. Places where it snows in the winter tend to have bigger locations with more indoor amenities and spa stuff because you have to be inside when itās negative kapalillion degrees, so people are a little more lax with the space since there are more people and you can blend in with the crowd. Whereas in warmer climates people can spend time outdoors whenever they want, so gyms are usually just a gym, and the smaller spaces make people more self conscious and aware of gym etiquette.
Plus you never know when a gun is going to fall out of someoneās gym shorts.
I like loaded carries, but have my limits.
A study suggest that damage to the right thalamus may cause psychotic delusions of infidelity ā something called Othello Syndrome.
Letās call this Drama Queen Syndrome. Iāve known a few of these folks.
Shouldāve tagged Castoli
Oh man. Histrionic types seem to love me. Im generally very quiet and reserved in large groups, and its like they take that as a challenge. Like, if they can get a reaction or response out of me, theyāve somehow won.
My response to them is no response at all, so they keep upping their behavior
until I do something. Like, Anything!
Its like the personification of petulance + titties.
Iām an only child, but hereās a thing:
1 of 7ā¦ and the least loved
If I donāt think my parents had a favorite, does that mean it was me?
Unlikely
These types of studies always raise questions of cause and effect for me. Does the favorite child do best because he is the favorite, or is he the favorite because the parents can judge he has the qualities to be successful?
I think it depends a lot on how the parents felt at the time the child was conceived/born. Like good times, loving- parents see the kid as good. Bad times, bad marriage, unwanted pregnancy- parents see child as a problem, bad, all that stuff.
In birth order (1st) my sister was the apple of my grandparents and parents eye. Could do no wrong. Angel on earth. They were completely full of shit, but that didnāt change how they felt.
The next 3 brothers were like, neutral.
By the time they got to me, marriage in shambles, accidentally conceived, etc. I was like a manifestation of evil, and treated as such. And you can bet your ass I grew up knowing that I was an accident and a mistake. ā not a good strategy for success!
