How do I live my best life? I lift every day. Heavy things. As heavy as possible. That means inside and outside… dumbbells, kettlebells, my own leg as much as I can to get it behind my shoulder…. as well as the emotional gunk and psychological junk that blocks the free flowing form that is me…Or else I’m a liability. That is how I get through it all.
I was taking a shower this morning at the gym. Moving super fast. Octopus arms.. I had about eight minutes to get ready from wet gym-clothes off to jacket on and walking up the stairs.
I spit in the shower. Like a back-of-the-throat-sound spit. It wasn’t a disgusting nose-clearing spit, just a little excess saliva from high intensity exercise.
And I hear, “Oh My God.” I shook it off. I was near positive that it wasn’t for me. I continue.
Soap is in my hand now, I’m lathering and I spit again and hear her talking like in full sentences.. I couldn’t make out what she said, and even though she started the moment I spit, I was sure she was talking on her phone, or having issues of her own.
I mean this is her world too..
Maybe she forgot her conditioner. Honest mistake. I rinse.
It’s almost getting out time now, and as usual. The steam mixed with chlorine had done it’s magic: I blow a snot rocket.
Only to hear a very aggressive, “Are you kidding me?”
Ok. This is my shower. Also, you can’t see me. I’m behind a curtain.
Your water doesn’t touch mine, we are not at the sink side-by-side.
She doesn’t fucking know me.
What I’ve been through. The ridicule I’ve seen.
I used to have one fucking eyebrow. OK.
Just a fallen headband of hair, right here across my forehead. I can’t even grow it back if I tried.
That’s how many years I have been plucking, waxing, carving out my existence in this world.
Time, I’ll never get back, Never! And all the better, as I have given my life shape.
Those hairs don’t even grow anymore. I won.
So take a fucking hint, lady. You obviously don’t know the efficiency of a snot rocket.
