This is what I've been thinking about all day. And it seems to be the way I'm living my life. I don't just mean physically. Yes, physical fitness is one realm of being attractive, but the perfect gym body is not the apex. You can be more socially developed. One can always be smarter. Better read. More compassionate. Funnier. The list is endless. My perfectionism is almost turning into a game. Who has time for a relationship when you're busy building yourself into the perfect being?
Why I Go to the Gym
I go to the gym because I like beating the shit out of my body. I like pushing myself until I can barely move and then relishing the dull ache. I like to push myself to the point of not being able to do a single rep more and then laugh at myself for my own failure. I go to the gym because I'm a masochist. I go to the gym because I'm a narcissist.
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