Began typing up an email to a colleague explaining how something isn’t going to work with a project, but even when you’re 90% done writing this long and elaborate email with appropriate corporate-ese and buzz words, it dawns on you that it’s still probably just easier to not confer with morons and just do the work, arduous as it might be, just to avoid the impending confusion and headaches that would come along with pressing the “send” button?
In which I feel as if I have no faith in humanity. I’m not pompous enough to declare myself a metaphorical mister perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ll go as far as to say that things would be a lot better if there were more people that were a little bit more like me than what they typically are on a regular basis. I’m amazed at how spineless, stupid, lacking in common sense, oblivious or all of the above, people sometimes are, and today is one of those days in which I can’t seem to get away from any of these metaphorical life ballasts that make my faith in people dwindle even lower than it sometimes gets.
It’s always like this snowball effect too, because it always starts very innocuously, but as they day progresses, I continue to see more and more stupidity, and then my morale towards the human race dips to where I get saddened by it, and then I become irritable.
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I have a rather tall friend whose parents happen to be from Brazil. He is a kind and gentle giant of a friend, and I rather enjoy having his friendship. His sister once inadvertently, unknowingly prevented me from getting pulled over a long time ago, by setting the mother of all automotive picks on the road, allowing me the time necessary to duck into a small neighborhood until I ditched the star. Anyway, he, his parents, as well as his sister gave me good faith that Brazilians were good persons.
Well, I take that all back, and recognize my eight-foot tall friend and his family as clearly exceptions to the rule, or products of having lived in America for so long. Because after playing League of Legends for as long as I’ve been playing now, I’ve come to the interim conclusion that Brazilians are the most insufferable, obnoxious and griefing people on the face of the planet.
I’m sore as hell today. My body aches when I get out of my chair, walking is somewhat laborious, and I’m finding that when I lift my arms to do certain things, sometimes my arms hit a point of failure to rise beyond a certain point. After the first day, I thought I was okay, but after day two, and hitting some muscle groups that I could never really exercise from home, has reduced me to being sore and wobbly legged.
Regardless, I see all of this as positive, since these are all signs of growing stronger and improving, and hopefully sooner rather than later, I will feel really good about myself when my pants begin to not feel so tight anymore, as long as I keep this up.
But I have to say that I’ve kind of been spoiled with the last two gyms I’d been a member of prior to this one, because I seem to have a lot of gripes with the new one already. Aside from the meatheads, it’s simply a crowded gym. And it’s no more crowded than in the one place any guy would wish weren’t so crowded – the locker room.
Both Jen and I signed up for a gym, since now that I’m a full-time employee with a degree of sustainable income. This development makes me happy, because I have always enjoyed going to the gym when I used to go, and over the span of the last four years of not having a gym to go to, I have grown unsatisfied with the degradation of my physical conditioning. Needless to say, I look forward to the anticipation of improved physical conditioning, the revitalization of muscles that I’ve felt have shrunk a little bit, and the day I realize that pants feel looser around the waist.
As of now, I’ve gone twice, and personally I feel great. It felt good to be in a gym where I can get back to my old routine of running on a treadmill as well as mixing up a combination of free and machine weights. I don’t feel tremendously sore like the first time ever at the gym, which means I’m not in too terribly bad shape, which I suppose is a good thing. I look forward to ironing out a routine and adhering to it in coming weeks and months.
But man, I have to say, the meatheads. Yeah, I know, no gym is without them, but this particular one is, well, wow. I sort of knew it would be like this, considering it’s a gym right in the middle of Atlanta, but I’m still a little astonished, having seen it for myself in person now. It’s amazing just how much posing and fake working out goes on in this place; it’s equally parts amusing, entertaining, creepy and sad.
