Outlifted, Outsmarted
I Talked philosophy with a guy at the gym who was twice as wide as me at the top and twice as thin at the waist. He was arguing with another guy about the only motivators that a human has are pleasure and pain. I butted in and didn’t agree, but couldn’t find a solid footing from which to argue.
The guy’s argument was very black and white and anything that seems too water-tight is something that I want poke holes in. What interested me was not the argument itself, but the attitude behind the argument. I think I can brake down the guy’s philosophy into 3 statements:
- Do it, or don’t do it.
- There’s nothing to whine about, just decisions to make.
- Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen. (link)
I accidentally pinched my hand on the rack until it bled, and because the equipment at the gym is absolutely filthy, I decided that I should stop lifting before risking some sort of infection. If I had stayed a little longer, I might have thought of the cases of the masochist and the religious zealot, and asked what drives them.
Wait a minute. If the gym is that dirty, I probably should quit and go somewhere else.
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