Sometimes mundane stuff just sets me the fuck off.
Driving into Fort Wayne the other day, I came up next to some awful SUV or crossover type car. The back window had a bunch of decals, Vortex optics, etc but also a Punisher skull. 100% of the time the Punisher skull decal is cringe, you can’t even have one if you are being ironic.
Anyway, I pulled up next to the car and the guy driving was probably middle 30s and had a huge fucking gut that was resting on the steering wheel. He looked like he might have been a big guy when he was young but now he is a tub of lard. Hey sparky, you aren’t a dangerous operator if you can’t walk 100 yards without being out of breath.
The guy wasn’t that old but he is looking at a miserable existence in the very near future, unable to do anything and in no condition to survive if shit goes tits up. He is just one of millions of younger White guys who are disgusting fat asses. Ingesting enormous amounts of simple carbs and sugars with no exercise, doing some meaningless sedentary job while chugging Mountain Dew.
I see lots of overweight people at the gym and I don’t judge them because at least they are trying but being fat and weak is a choice.
Going to the gym is hard, it takes time that you could be doing something else. I get that. I went this morning and would rather have been at home but I would much rather be at home later having worked out, getting stronger and leaner. Sure I have plenty of work to do but I am putting in the work. That fat fuck I saw last week, like thousands of other fat fucks I passed last week, probably isn’t putting in the work and Punisher decal notwithstanding he is asking to be a victim, him and his family.
Rant almost over. Spend less time getting Gucci gear and convincing yourself you are a badass and put in the goddamn work.