Logicless Logic

A Day in The Life Of...

John pushed open the doors of the gym, decked out in his full gym gear. A sports towel wrapped stylishly -or so he thought- around his neck, cotton t-shirt, sports shorts, half-finger gloves and white Nike's...

It had been a stressful day in school. The stupid Physics teacher had insisted that he do his tutorials. How dumb was that? Who the fuck does his tutorials nowadays? The Math's teacher ticked him off in class for sleeping. He made a smart comment. It was the teacher's fault anyway. Her lessons were so boring. She couldn't blame him for falling asleep. Time to let off some steam in the gym.

...The gym was rather crowded, though noone in the crowd seemed to be "his type" of people. There was not a single hot girl for him to lay his eyes upon. Well, what could one expect from the school gym? The world was not good enough right now. He had so much responsibility on his shoulders. His mother had made it clear that he could not have a pocket money raise. $80 a week was barely enough. And his parents expected him to pass 2 subjects at least. Pass TWO? They had to be out of their minds. Did they have any idea how difficult it was?

John went to the gym's PA system and plugged in his i-pod video. It was the 20gb version because they did not give him enough to buy the 40gb one. He scrolled down to one of his favourite songs. He strode confidently to the bench press. 15kg...

I tear myself open
I sew myself shut
I........

John nearly dropped his weights on the floor. Who the fuck did that? At the middle of his favourite song at that. He was generous enough to share his lovely music with everyone and someone had the cheek to just shut it off. The music was not just music. It's a lifestyle. It's an attitude. He strode towards the PA system. All eyes on me. He liked that. It made him feel big, cool. Like his music.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fat kid carrying his backpack leaving the gym. It had to be him. He had seen him near the PA system from the mirror. He made up his mind to pursue that fatty and confront him. Then he changed it. He thought back to barely two years ago, how he was shamed, in a similar situation. His faced quickly turned a bright pink. He tried to put on his confident front, switched on his i-pod again. At least that fat kid was gone. The world is a better place. He walked back to the bench press station. The background roared...

I tear myself open
I sew myself shut...

posted by justin @ 8:21 PM