The Gym

I know it may not look like it, but I actually love working out. Ever since joining the gym, oh about three of four months ago, I have lost over 30 pounds. I am really proud of that actually. It took a lot of hard work and determination to pull this off... but not quite as much as some of the other people in there. Yeah, I'm talking about you older dude with the hoody and that gigantic boat of a truck.

I know I have talked about this before on many other different media sources, but it is literally one of my biggest pet peeves. I want to know, Mr. gigantic truck and hoody, exactly why you have to waltz into the gym and start grunting all over the place. I am like, "well maybe he is getting himself pumped up for his workout or something." No, he isn't. He actually gets even LOUDER when he is actually doing the lifting, if it were possible. In fact, I deliberately watched how much he was lifting and it was nearly half the weight I routinely lift... in silence. I'm not even joking people, this gym is a pretty big place. I would say it goes back a good 100 feet or so. But when this guy does absolutely anything in that gym, his voice echos throughout the place like it was a fucking Bigfoot or something. If you have absolutely no idea what I mean, watch at about :35 mark....

Well not EXACTLY like that, but sort of. Literally, it sounds like the guy is about to orgasm when he lifts some weights. It is outlandish. What is even more annoying is that it seems like no matter what damn time I go, he shows up. It's like he is sitting  on 119 scoping out for my normal looking grayish Chevy Cobalt to drive past so he can go to the damn gym and annoy the piss out of me. Seriously, just sitting there in his boat of a damn truck looking for me. This actually wouldn't surprise me. I mean, I am a physical specimen and I would also want to work out with me. Obviously a joke people. I didn't grow up being called Big-O for nothing.

But anyways, this guy expends so much freaking energy on simple tasks such as walking, that I was actually fooled into thinking that people actually cared that he was there. Not one person cares you are there, old man. I am going to walk up to him one day and say... "Look, dude. Knock it off with the stupid fucking noises. No one gives a shit that you are working out. WE ALL ARE WORKING OUT! Just do it quietly so that people don't have to be disgusted with the fact that you are there. Mind other peoples privacy, broseph. By the way, your truck is so fucking big. Is there absolutely anything practical about your life? Because I see nothing. Peace out!" Seriously man... I've said it before and I'll sat it again. I hate (most) people.