Interesting. This SuperSport one is much nicer than the standard Sport or lower ones I'm used to at this point, but because of being stuck right in the middle of West Hollywood gayland, sadly I have to adopt that 'don't even look at me like that' demeanor to keep those clearly homosexual predatory types from even trying to hit on me or something stupid. It just reminded my of when I used to workout at Crunch the first few years I was out here, how pretty girls must feel in a testosterone-fueled patriarchal society, and how sad it is that some people put their lust and sexual whatever ahead of just seeing and treating people as humans without having the audacity to even think of approaching or seeing them as sex objects first, but even amongst the gay community, that is just a fractional percentage of the whole that kind of ruin the label/association for the rest who are far more respectful, kind, caring, polite, friendly and "normal" towards others without even bringing their sexuality or self-centered desires into it, but it's a crazy world, so all in all it was a non-threatening and decent-enough trip to the gym.
Having to fear/avoid the gay sexual predatory mindsets is such a shame too, because West Hollywood is really nice. It's equidistant to Beverly Hills and West Hollywood from where I dropped anchor this week, and of all the time I've lived in LA, I've never even really been through this area on foot or bike as I am now. All the shops lined on both sides of Santa Monica are cute and upscale compared to most areas, but the vibe in general just seems nice and laid back compared to the more pretentious air I always seem to sense in other areas of Hollywood, so I'll give it an A with complete indifference to it's gay label/association. That's on specific individuals and is a whole different story or complex all together, so I'll just let individuals speak for, explain, and define themselves when it comes to that whole crazy redirection of the human reproduction-based sex drive triggers.
Live and let live so long as no one is trying to push unwelcome, unfair, harmful, and/or disrespectful behavior on others.
Now then, a more interesting facet of my quick the gym was the conversation a couple older gentlemen were having by my locker when I returned from the shower. A Ukrainian guy, probably in his 60's was talking to an even older gentlemen, probably in his 80's, blah, blah, blah something about concentration camps and WWII. The think the older guy was actually saying he had been in one, so of course my ears perked up at this conversation, and I think I said "Oh. Wow. You were in a concentration camp? You were in Europe during WWII? My father was a bomber pilot in WWII, what a crazy world." The Ukrainian guy said "Your father was an American?" I said "Yes.", of course, because he was and it's true according to everything I was told my entire life until my father died and the CIA fingerprints showed up all over my life with psyops-like mindf7cking parallel stories, but for our purposes I was just trying to add what I knew that was relevant to the most-intriguing conversation going on as I undid my combination on locker 22, which is where I just happened to put my sh7t at random today. (it had a travel-size bottle of "Purple Water" lotion in it when I opened it, but we'll just assume that's coincidence for now) Anyone, the one older gentleman never responded to my inquiry about his being in a WWII concentration camp that they were discussing when I randomly wandered into the conversation, but while rummaging in my locker I clicked record on the videocamera app on my cellphone to capture the audio, just in case anything relevant or useful came of it. I'm not sure what the point or genesis of their conversation was because I rolled up in the middle of it, but since I found it crazy and fascinating that they were talking in those same insane WWII terms at the same time CNN was broadcasting more interesting to questionable nonsense as usual, I added my two cents about how cool it is that the internet exists now and how I have friends from around the world that makes the lies told by the dark ages generations of our forefathers look and sound as insane as they truly were by comparsion. The Ukrainian guy laughed and the other guy just walked off to the showers I think, but I left it at that, got dressed and am now updating you on all this while standing by my bike in front of the gym before I hop on it and spend the afternoon at the BH library picking up where I left off...or actually trying to focus on what I need to instead of being distracted by the psyops nightmare issues that intermittently plague my existence as I was forced to spend the latter part of my day dealing with in writing a heartfelt letter to my dopted FB mom Mo about all the insanity I face trying to deal with people who seem to only have very limited understanding of very, very many relevant things in the world. But hey, we're all born stupid, and and at least I try to use my life and position to help and teach others based on what I know rather than use whatever knowledge, powers, and abilities I have to use, manipulate, and exploit as some certain others seem to, but we're all individual souls and experiences in this game and life, so try to make the most of and just do the best you can with what you've got right?
Right.
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