Gym

      I have just gotten back from gym. Well, I actually got back nearly an hour ago, but as far as you need to know, I just got back. And, as I have only just got back from gym, I'm quite tired and can't be bothered to write some pretentious essay about the human condition. So, instead, I guess I'll write about the gym.
      The best description of gyms comes from one Ted Mosby, who said of them "They were these places were you paid to lift heavy things. Biggest rip off in the world." And while that might slightly oversimplify gyms, it is essentially true. Or, worse than people who pay to lift things are the people who pay to lie on the floor and gently stretch. Seriously, if you have enough money to spend on that you really should just invest in having your own floor.
      So, it turns out I don't have many interesting things to say about using the gym. I could mention the intense social awkwardness that occurs when two people want to use the same machine (I swear England is the only country where people circle around a machine they want to use while all the while thinking "God I hope someone else goes on that so I won't offend anyone by going on it."), but it's not really that interesting. Also, I just did in the brackets, so I can't really go through it all again, that would be silly. If you really want to read it again you can just go back and read it. Hell, if it means that much to you why not go into developer tools for your browser and edit the body of text yourself? But honestly, that would just be weird. Then again, no one would ever know, so I guess you can be as weird as you want. Go on then, change the body of text.


      Did you do it? Thought not. But it's nice to know that if you really wanted to read that train of thought somewhere else in this post, you could.