Walk into gym

>walk into gym
> I DONT NEED A RICH BOY I DONT WANT DOLLARS NO YOU DONT GOTTA BE A HIGH ROLLER ALL I WANT IS SWEET SWEET LOVE SWEET SWEET LOVE HEY UH UH UH UHUH UH UH UH UHUH UH UH UHUH UH

>DEATH IN THE SHAPE OF A HANDSOME ITALIAN

>walk into gym
MY NAMES BLURRY FACE AND I CARE WHAT YOU THINK

>slowly waddle into gym
>IM LIKE BITCH WHO IS YOUR MANS, AY. CAN'T KEEP MY DICK IN MY PANTS

>go to the gym in 2017
>SO ROCKABY BABY ROCKABYYYYY

give us this day our daily thread

>Walk into gym
>The silence of the gym pierces your ears
>You begin to realize you have wasted the best years of your life on this superficial venture, gaining only a little muscle along the way. The feats that you have accomplished are so few and far apart compared to your old high school peers. Many of them are married and even have children, while you don't even have any real life friends to talk to about your (albeit shallow) interests. You sit on the bench, due to the weight of your failed life causing your legs to weaken and shake. You hold your face in your hands, as tears begin streaming down your face. "Whee did everything go so wrong?" You begin to think to yourself. Is it possible you were born like this, always meant to live this lonely existence? Or perhaps, much like Faust, your desire for your simple minded goals clouded your judgement into making the poor decision of starting this sordid journey, while choosing to turn away from any and all forms of redemption along the way.
You remember a saying you heard somewhere, perhaps on a homosexual fetish forum, that went as such: "A human suffers two deaths. Once when you stop breathing, and a second time when somebody says your name for the last time." You begin to realize, with as little impact as you have left on the people around you, that you've already achieved second death. No one will mourn you when you pass on. Your struggles have been futile.

>Then you realize you're at your home gym and forgot to turn your stereo on. You reach beside the bench and pick up the small stereo remote and press Play.

>BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY, ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE
>BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY, ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE
>BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY, BOOTY, ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE
>ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE
>ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE"

>walk past the squat rack
>some 120lbs kid quarter squatting
>hard in the paint blasting out of his apple headphones

>walk into gym
>sounds blasting loudly from zumba class
>ALL WE HEAR IS
>*clap clap*
>RADIO GA GA
>*clap clap*
>RADIO GOO GOO
>*clap clap*
>RADIO GA GA

Those were some of the greatest music I heard from a Zumba class, I really felt lots of energy from the class that it seemed I went into a disco bar.

>someone typed this
>someone actually thinks like this