Goin tae the gym
What dae a think aboot goin to the gym?? Well ae guess am a bit indifferent aboot the whole thing eh. Different wants for different people ken. There’s been different reasons for each time I’ve ‘started’ goin to the gym. If you catch ma drift likes. But for me it started aff aboot getting bigger eh. Beein a small cunt n that. Wantin tae build ma strength up, get bigger n impress the birds ken. So a started liftin a cheeky weight here n there. Even thought aboot goin on that protein pish eh, gain muscle strength sharpish but a thought against it in the end. So picture the scene pal, heres me: wee man walkin intae the fuckin gym ready tae get started on some heavy duty weight liftin. Fuckin barry eh. Of course a walk straight intae a fuckin macho fest ken. Massive cunts left right and centre pure accentuatin their masculinity ken. Testorone hangin in the air like a wet rag man. Nae ma scene man, nae ma scene! Am not one of those competitive types ken so a just left it that eh. For the time bein likes.
A couple years later a I started getting stressed man. Anxiety, paranoia an all that shite ken. Whatever it wis it wis fuckin horrible. Pure brutal likes. An a wisnae gonnae go on any on tha medication pish il tell ya that fer nowt. Dinna believe in it eh unless absolutely necessary ken. Dinna get me wrong pal, if a gadge is proper on the edge likes, then maybe medication is the answer eh but nae for me. I needed tae release sum of these bad vibes by exercising. So that was that. I was back doon the gym for a different reason this time: tae try n concentrate ma mind on other hings. The only hing that really helped me was the sauna ae cuz all I could dae was concentrate on the mad heat ken. Sort ae meditation fer the heed. I stopped goin after a while tho eh after ma heed calmed doon a bit. Could dae wi going back tho. We’ll see tho gadge. We’ll see.
Goin tae partays
Going tae partays can be a complicated business and it can be an uncomplicated business eh. Depends on what group o cunts we’re talkin aboot here n it also depends n what ye wannae call a partay. Cuz I know fer me, a partay can be anyfin from a few cans of speshy brew in front o the tellay tae a fuckin dance festival doon south eh. Disnae matter fer me. I’ll partay anywhere eh. Parties can be divided intae classes of people n aw. Ye get these upper class partays. where every cunt stands aroood like a spare prick nae relaxin n talkin aboot pointless shite tae fill the time. All the while nibblin on the depressin buffet and checkin the time on their expensive watches tae see what time they can fuck off hame. Nae ma scene man, nae ma scene! I mean at ma type o partay, aye, we talk pointless shite but we open up man. Get tae know each other properly in that haze of drugs an alcohol eh. Im nae gonnae say ye have tae be out yer heed on drugs n alcohol to partay wi me but it definitely helps gadge.
Remember what I said earlier aboot them being complicated… well aye… they can get complicated if the wrong type of people show up eh or ye get in a row wi yer bird cuz shes wi sum other guy or summit stupid like that. There plenty o reasons a partay can get complicated. What a mean by the ‘wrong’ tyoes of people are the types that just turn up fer trouble eh. The type o boys that spend their weekends knockin oot any poor cunt that looked at them strange. There the tyoes ye definitely dinnae want at yer partay. Stay well clear gadge. Well clear. Yer safe wi me likes.
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