The gym. It’s a fascinating place. Everyone’s in there, pushing, pulling, lifting, staring intently at their reflection. And the grunting! What’s the deal with the grunting? Is it a primal scream of effort? Or is it just a way to let everyone know, ‘Hey, I’m working harder than you are!’ And the headphones. Everyone’s got headphones. It’s like a silent disco of self-improvement. You try to make eye contact with someone, give a friendly nod, and they just stare right through you, lost in the motivational beats of their ‘pump-up’ playlist. Are we even here to work out? Or just to avoid eye contact?
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