It just never ends Just a huffing puffing ranting rant, so strap in lords and ladies! Tl;dr: fat creep creeps at the gym, makes Missy want to suh-MASH! I'm so glad we live out in the sticks and hardly see anyone, plus have gym stuff at home. But we're out of town so have a temp gym membership. Creepy, sweaty (SWEA-TEE!) gym fat sees me warming up alone and decides to be unsolicited gym advice guy. But he's not fat, I guess, he's big, which is totes hawt, hur du dur dontchaknow? I bench the bar to WARM UP slobby! But no, I need to have chalk-mud sweat hands grope my arms like I don't know where my triceps are when he tells me, "you know, you could actually get some plates on that bar if you'd hit your tris." Like, gymbronie, I train for reps at 165, which I know is not a lot, but I'm 5'1" and 101 lbs, I came up from 10s a side, and I'll get two plates a side and be 110 solid muscle someday! No POSSIBLE way I could be, say, oh, I dunno, warming up? I wanted to tell him my eat would eat his stupid face for protein, but I'm not a confrontational person. But he came up and started putting plates on the bar for his warm up. Yes, plate-S, because he warms up at 225, and he teaches me, so I'll be fine thank you! And fatbody scurried off without him having to say a word. I told him and he said post it here because, well, duh. But I feel like we're talking too much now that we found it. It's just being around them's got us both riled up and boiling over. Seeing the posting here, it seems so, but is it always like this for people who interact with society at large every day? Do they all just feel entitled to be so handsy? Like, I'd have never talked to my now fiance if he'd just come up to start touching me, even as handsome as he is! That's just rude! I feel bad now. I'm not a mean person! But being around them just makes me so angry, and now I'm here and I read and I go through what I see written here and gosh darnit I just get so mad I want to throw dumbells at their dumb fat superfupers! If the Emperor was here, he'd be smiling telling me to let the hate flow, it makes me stronger, and he's not wrong. I beat the bejeebers out of that workout, and you can look all you want pudgemo, I see you in the mirror. That guy with me? That one who OBVIOUSLY, through loose clothing from across the street, lifts like you eat? HE gets to do postworkout cardio with me at the hotel. So nyah! GOSH I wish I was like some of you and could say that to their big jelly faces! So congratulations FPH. Neither of us really felt we belonged here before, but now we capital H capital 8 hate hate hate.