What’s this? Another blog post being written after I was at the gym?
Gee whiz. Who would’ve guessed.
But wait, this time my joking references to being at the gym serves more of a purpose than slyly telling the world that one day I’m going to be a swole boi. I actually have something gym-related to discuss!
Though briefly considering it’s not a super complex subject and also I’m hanging with people tonight. So won’t be spending a hell of a lot of time on this.
While my Featured Image for the day might look like an advertising picture for Planet Fitness, I assure you that it was taken more for the line of treadmills in the background than for the logo in the foreground. I just tried to angle my camera in such a way that I wouldn’t be grabbing anyone’s head, even from the back.
Because you know it’s a gym. Wouldn’t be right to accidentally point out anybody despite their anonymity to me personally.
I wanted to grab a photo of some of the treadmills because I had (what I feel was) an interesting observation.
Are public gyms vaguely totalitarian in design?
Now don’t click off just yet. I don’t actually have anything malicious to say about gyms. I’ve quite enjoyed actually regularly going to one for once in my life. Makes me feel good, feel fit. Spry even.
I just feel like there’s something kind of 1984-looking about a bunch of total strangers gathering together and standing next to one another, totally oblivious to one another’s struggles, each focusing on this strange pursuit of attractiveness our society forces upon us from birth.
What, too heavy?
Alright fine it’s not like I’m genuinely concerned the treadmills in the gym are powering some kind of mind control device in the back room. I just think it’s kind of bizarre to imagine.
Same thing often comes to mind when I’m stuck in traffic, actually. Looking around, seeing everyone in the bubble of their vehicles minding their own business.
I know there’s definitely a psychological idea about being enclosed in such a situation and how it effects one’s empathy in regards to other people… But it’s still pretty fascinating to just kind of see all those brain doodads in action.
Now I’m sure you must be wondering where I’m going with this.
I’m not really going anywhere with this.
I just wanted to pose that idea out into the aether. Seemed like a good space filler considering I spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and eating pizza.
The antithesis of my gym workout I know. But what can I say. Hanging out with friends has its benefits.
That’s really about all I have to say on the matter actually, because I’m really enjoying re-watching Emperor’s New Groove.
So I guess if you’ve got any thoughts on the strange construction ethics of public gyms, let me know somewhere on the Internet.