When I'm not lying around being fat, I go to the gym. The trip is enjoyable, less physically and more mentally. That's because the gym is a microsm of our modern society in its own - it has its beauty and ugliness that is unique within this enclosed space.
On one hand, there is the beauty, the aesthetically pleasing to the eye, or working hard to become healthier. On the other, there is the mindless pursuit of constructed masculinity, pretence beauty, and our topic today, irresponsibility.
Anyone who has been to the gym woulf have seen these strange creatures that have somehow disguised themselves as humans. The 'Octopus', who requires 8 dumbbells at every moment to work their two arms. The 'Groaner', who squeals in pain like animals in heat or make sex noises while pressing the lightest of weights. The 'Narcissist', who only uses one equipment in the gym - the mirror. The 'Friends', who is here to sit on benches and chit-chat with friends. The list is by no means exhaustive and can go on. There is one I hate the most, and I encountered one today, who is the creature whom I have no fancy name for, but is unique in the way they do not put back the mobile equiments, such as mats, dumbbells and weights after using them.
I used to wonder why they don't try to make the lives of others easier by simply returning those equiments to the rack after using. Today I realised why. It is because these creatures are weak, both physically and mentally, compared to normal humans. Whether it is the need to take 4 sets of dumbbell or hoard the weights to reduce the hassle to change them, or needing to let out noises of pain, or needing the self assurance that one's exercise is making progress, it is a sign of weakness. In the end, you are only as strong as the weights you bother to put back, because there is nothing heavier in this world than responsibility.
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