Everything I see affects me in some way. Its hard to pinpoint the changes it creates in my behaviour, but I know for sure that I view the world a little differently after a day of exploring.
I feel the difference when I talk to people, when I go to work, when I make music.
Colleague: “I have the kind of health issues that don’t show up on medical test reports”.
Me: “Its okay. I sometimes get awkward boners during lunch breaks. They don’t show up on test reports either”.
That sums up almost everything I wanted to say in this post.
In other news, I almost got killed today by a sewer pipe.
Damn thing collapsed a second before I was going to walk underneath it. Right after it happened, the construction worker looked at me like, “well, thank god!”. I’m like,”mmmmotherfucker!. You almost crushed a living legend”.
To celebrate the fact that I escaped death today, I decided to do something out of the ordinary. Being the dare devil that I am, I decided to ‘step out’ of the house. More specifically, I decided to re-join the gym. As you all know, I am a fitness freak. When it comes to fast food, I maintain a strict ‘no burgers, no pizza’ rule on all leap years.
The instructor was happy to see me. He asked me why I quit going to the gym in the first place. I explained to him the hardships that a single, middle-class, straight, stellar looking guy in his late 20’s has to face. However, I hid the fact that I was bullied by two little girls at the gym.