Skin Flute Symphony

Pet peeve #44...

If you read this drivel packed blog often enough, you will see that I have myself a possibly healthy dislike for a lot of things in life...

Today I am adding another one to the list...A list that includes, but is in no way restricted to, women with oversize prams, bad drivers, breeders, my family, my girlfriend, my girlfriends family, people who say they have 'mondayitis', drunks, bigots, Adelaide (including people, drivers and attitude of the place), breakfast radio, old school pals who think I give a damn what they've been doing the last 13 years, animal cruelty, carnies, the local truck stop AKA the drop off point at local primary school, skateboard punks, 14 year old girls dressing up like 25 year old hookers, 25 year old guys chasing aforementioned 14 year old girls, Kochie and Mel, dwarves presenting the weather (see Denyer, G.), 'hard hitting current affairs' shows, ignorant twats that listen to everything that comes out of aforementioned hard hitting current affairs shows, strangers who think they should strike up conversations on public transport and last but in no way least Darryl Somers.

Todays new entry is couples at the gym.

As with all rules, there are exceptions...being someone who seems to spend a lot of time in gyms (1 part narcissist, 2 parts self hatred), I have seen 3 couples that can function well with each of them in there....as mentioned, they are exceptions.

Now I am all for people improving their fitness and what not, and if it ultimately means less people are keeling over with heart attacks and diabetes, then I am even more all for it...however, there is a time and a place for everything, and in my opinion, the gym is one place where you really don't need to be groping each other, or scurrying over the to the treadmill in between each set to make sure the little woman is doing ok and give her a big kiss.

You see, at my gym in particular, a majority of the clientele is male, and a large majority of that are the types of guys that consider using the left hand as picking up. Displays of public affection (which I must admit, do make me want to kill more than usual) only make these poor chaps feel even more inadequate, which leads to frustration, then quite possibly tears.
Also, if you are like the guy in the gym today who made a point of giving the daggers to any guy that dared look at his 'woman' who was plodding away on the stepper, you had best be able to back that up...and seriously, the amount of cocksure young lads who figured that with their gal by their side, they could do anything, that have been knocked off their perch by sexually frustrated, steroid fuelled, back acne covered stay ins, is pretty high.

So for God sake, if you must go to the gym at the same time...leave your hand holding and nose rubbing for elsewhere, cause the majority of us, really don't need to see it...

As you were....

posted by SkinFluteSymphony @ 5:58 PM