Humans are beautiful
a gym story
I went to the gym twice this week already, which is amazing for me! My goal is to go three times a week so if I go tomorrow I would meet it. No, this is not a post about me working out, though if you want one of those I’ll be more than happy to share it. It will probably mostly describe how my lungs burn when I do cardio and how I sometimes take a short nap when they tell us to do planks. It’s actually really easy. Just do the modified plank position where your knees are on on the ground and then close your eyes a little. It’s like a 2 second nap, but I’ll take it.
Anyway, the point of this post is that when I was walking back home from the gym I saw an unhoused person outside my favorite donut place. I love the donut place because they have vegan donuts. The unhoused person asked me if I had some change to spare, I told him no but offered to buy him a coffee and a donut. He told me how he liked his coffee but for some reason I immediately forgot when I got to the register.
I greeted the person behind the register, was about to order then realized I forgot my new friend’s coffee order. I immediately panicked because that is my brain’s favorite thing to do. I embarrassingly asked the person behind the register whether they knew the person’s coffee order and then apologized profusely for assuming they would know this. Apologizing profusely is also one of my brain’s favorite things.
The person behind the register smiled and said, Oh A******, I know his order, I hook him up all the time. I don’t want to share this person’s name because I didn’t ask them for permission. I don’t want to give them another name because they didn’t ask me to rename them.
My panic was replaced by joy. This person who works at this donut shop knew A******’s name and A******’s order, which is once again proof that human beings are a whole lot more amazing than the capitalists want us to believe. I wish I knew their name but I forgot to ask.
They even knew A******’s donut order.
They passed me the donut and the coffee. I pulled out my wallet and they wouldn’t let me pay. Wow! I didn’t think anything would make me happier than how I felt after doing circuit training for 45 minutes. Working out has been the only thing that has been keeping me out of depression but turns out I just need to go out and experience the beauty of humanity. It beats my thighs burning from doing 50 jump squats. I mean who invented that awful exercise? Why do I have to be in physical pain to experience an endorphin rush?
Obviously I’ll keep going to the gym because it makes me feel so good. Now that I’m working out and doing therapy weekly I feel unstoppable. However, whenever I walk home from the gym I’ll always remember that sweet person behind the register instead of focusing on how much my core hurts from doing planks.
I hope you enjoyed that delightful story. Onto more delights…
The art
This piece of art was inspired by the beautiful human behind the register. We live in a dystopian hellscape that’s even too hot for Satan, but we can rebuild a new one if we love each other.
This other piece was inspired by all the amazing people in my life that I’m lucky enough to call friends.
That’s it for the delights!
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Your favorite anarchist comedian/poet/social critic,
What a beautiful affirmation that being kind has rewards.
Love the story (I hope something that great happens to me one of these days!) and the artwork! 😁👏