Last Wednesday, I went to the gym. I have been to this location about 3 times previously, however I've never noticed this before...
Why are there mirrored walls at every gym? Is it because people who work out are vain? They like to look at themselves as much as they can? Why do people look at themselves when working out?
I understand that it may help when using free weights because you want to make sure you're doing it correctly...but what about the main gym floor? Why would one want to look at themselves while running on the treadmill, elliptical or stationary bike?
On this evening, I wanted to use the crossramp elliptical. Guess where it was? RIGHT infront of the mirror. No joke. RIGHT infront. My face was about a foot away from the mirror. The swinging arm stick was centimeters away from hitting the mirror. Because I was so close to the wall, I had no televisions or asses to look at. So what did I do? I stared at the people working out behind me. How often can you say you've done that, eh? I didn't enjoy looking at people through the mirror because it's really awkward when you make eye contact...through the mirror. However, it WAS better than starring at myself the entire time.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Betrayal
I was once betrayed by a family member
It's been years, but I still remember
It was difficult to sleep
When I could hear her weep
It was not meant for me
Yet I was still teary
My life was just a blur
Because of the stranger
I wanted them to leave
On that very eve
My future was discussed
I volunteered to adjust
I was ready for the change
And to rearrange
But the change did not come
Which left me more numb
I wish I could forget
And just press 'reset'
I know I should forgive
But can't find the right motive
I wonder...
Will I ever?
It's been years, but I still remember
It was difficult to sleep
When I could hear her weep
It was not meant for me
Yet I was still teary
My life was just a blur
Because of the stranger
I wanted them to leave
On that very eve
My future was discussed
I volunteered to adjust
I was ready for the change
And to rearrange
But the change did not come
Which left me more numb
I wish I could forget
And just press 'reset'
I know I should forgive
But can't find the right motive
I wonder...
Will I ever?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
What was Mr. Otis thinking?
I love elevators.
They take you up and down buildings without having to move your fatty thighs! As much as I SHOULDN'T take the elevator...it's the quickest and easiest way of going up and down levels. And we, as Americans have proved to utilize all convenient things to the max...so the elevator a wonderful thing to us lazy Americans.
They're such an amazing invention...way to go, Otis!
I guess in the history of elevators, people were having trouble with getting the elevators to stop. That's where Mr. Otis comes along and prevents the machine from falling. Amazing invention, really.
However, as much as I respect the man...I'm not too sure he was thinking all that much.
Close your eyes, and imagine stepping into an elevator. Think about your different experiences riding in elevators.
...awkward!!!!!
Do you talk to people or stand silently?
Do you look at your feet or the numbers changing above the doors?
Do you stare at your fellow occupants and quickly look away when they look at you?
Do you stand as close to the walls as you can get or do you stand in the middle?
Do you talk or busy yourself with your mobile phone?
Do you hold the door open if you hear someone nearby or do you secretly pound on the 'close door' button?
I'm pretty sure that every elevator ride with other occupants (other than friends) is awkward. From the list above, I usually stand silently, I look at both my feet, and the numbers, sometimes I glance at the occupants and smile if they are looking at me (which I've noticed young females tend to look at my shoes or bag a lot), I tend to lean against the walls, I never talk on my cell phone, but sometimes busy myself with my calendar or emails, and I go back and forth between holding or closing the door for others.
I think this all depends on the mood I'm in at that exact moment. I use the elevator everyday to and from my office building from my parking garage. People always seem to be in such a hurry at those times. I've started holding the door open if I hear people. Yes, I feel bad that the other occupants might be in a hurry, but they have problems if they can't wait an extra 4 seconds for another person to get on. And they can also wait an extra 15 seconds for the extra person to get off an a floor that's not theirs. If they have a problem with the extra 19 seconds, they should probably just take the stairs or get out and wait for their own elevator.
After thinking, I think I'll try a little experiment, and would like you to do your own little experiment if you're interested and willing. I remember Amy Hill telling me that someone she knows likes to stand in the elevator and stand the other way...facing the other occupants. I won't do something THAT extreme. But you should think of something, and give a report next week.
My experiment:
If I'm in the right place, I will ask what level they'd like me to push. This small bit of communication and awknowledgement, may strike up a conversation. Will they think I'm a friendly person and say a few things? Will they say thanks and keep quiet for the rest of the ride? Or will they ignore me completely, press their own button, and pretend I'm not there at all?
They take you up and down buildings without having to move your fatty thighs! As much as I SHOULDN'T take the elevator...it's the quickest and easiest way of going up and down levels. And we, as Americans have proved to utilize all convenient things to the max...so the elevator a wonderful thing to us lazy Americans.
They're such an amazing invention...way to go, Otis!
I guess in the history of elevators, people were having trouble with getting the elevators to stop. That's where Mr. Otis comes along and prevents the machine from falling. Amazing invention, really.
However, as much as I respect the man...I'm not too sure he was thinking all that much.
Close your eyes, and imagine stepping into an elevator. Think about your different experiences riding in elevators.
...awkward!!!!!
Do you talk to people or stand silently?
Do you look at your feet or the numbers changing above the doors?
Do you stare at your fellow occupants and quickly look away when they look at you?
Do you stand as close to the walls as you can get or do you stand in the middle?
Do you talk or busy yourself with your mobile phone?
Do you hold the door open if you hear someone nearby or do you secretly pound on the 'close door' button?
I'm pretty sure that every elevator ride with other occupants (other than friends) is awkward. From the list above, I usually stand silently, I look at both my feet, and the numbers, sometimes I glance at the occupants and smile if they are looking at me (which I've noticed young females tend to look at my shoes or bag a lot), I tend to lean against the walls, I never talk on my cell phone, but sometimes busy myself with my calendar or emails, and I go back and forth between holding or closing the door for others.
I think this all depends on the mood I'm in at that exact moment. I use the elevator everyday to and from my office building from my parking garage. People always seem to be in such a hurry at those times. I've started holding the door open if I hear people. Yes, I feel bad that the other occupants might be in a hurry, but they have problems if they can't wait an extra 4 seconds for another person to get on. And they can also wait an extra 15 seconds for the extra person to get off an a floor that's not theirs. If they have a problem with the extra 19 seconds, they should probably just take the stairs or get out and wait for their own elevator.
After thinking, I think I'll try a little experiment, and would like you to do your own little experiment if you're interested and willing. I remember Amy Hill telling me that someone she knows likes to stand in the elevator and stand the other way...facing the other occupants. I won't do something THAT extreme. But you should think of something, and give a report next week.
My experiment:
If I'm in the right place, I will ask what level they'd like me to push. This small bit of communication and awknowledgement, may strike up a conversation. Will they think I'm a friendly person and say a few things? Will they say thanks and keep quiet for the rest of the ride? Or will they ignore me completely, press their own button, and pretend I'm not there at all?
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Is your mate at the bar?
Jenni and I were having some drinks at Williams peanut bar last night. We had been sitting at the downstairs bar around 8pm, which is probably considered really early for young adults like us. However, we were just trying to escape daily life last night rather than trying to party and get wasted. So this seemed fine to us. Anyways, as the hours went by, there seemed to be more and more people standing around us in every direction trying to get the bartender's attention. I started getting irritated of all the people, and the fact that it was getting harder to hear Jenni.
I started people watching...
Observing body language and behaviors of everyone made me smile. I'd laugh or smile at the one who is completely drunk and being annoying; the one male who got SO excited that Alanis's "Ironic" came on and starting shouting at the top of his lungs...completely off key; the clans of girls dressed up in short trendy dresses (that I find hideous) with big earrings, and 6 inch heels; the good looking young male surrounded by his not-so-good-looking-nerdy-and-chubby-friends acting nonchalant; the group of guys asking the bartenders which taps are the yellow ones (the taps are color coded, and the yellow ones are the cheapest domestic beers); etc.
I started wondering what the purpose of going out was, to all these people. I'd say the majority of the people I saw weren't wearing rings on their forth fingers. The answer was in my head, but I asked Jenni what she thought they were here for. She had the same idea. Do these people really believe that they'd find their lover/mate one night at a bar? Maybe one day, someone gets a 'good feeling' and thinks they have to go to Williams that night because they think they're going to meet their lover/mate...so they fix themselves up and gather some friends to find their happiness? I personally think this is pathetic...but at the same time it COULD be kind of romantic, no? But the problem is...I noticed a young man who seemed like he could want a girlfriend, but he wasn't trying anything in particular to get any girl's attention. The clans of girls tend to stick together all night, and same for the guys. From my experience as a girl (no matter how man-ish my close friends think I am) and also from observation, I know what happens in those gal circles...
Interested girl: hey, don't look now, but look at the guy at my 1 o'clock. Blue and white stripped shirt. glasses. big spider web tattoo on his elbow. He's sexy.
girlfriend 1: ooooh, nice one!
girlfriend 2: totally. what are you going to do?
Interested girl: I don't know.
girlfriend 2: he just looked at you!
girlfriend 1: go talk to him! he so wants you.
Interested girl: No!
the guy and his friends start walking in their direction...
girlfriend 1: he's coming here!
as he approaches, interested girl turns her back on him and pretends as if she never even noticed him...
How many of you have seen this happen or done something like this?! I definitely have. I'm either a wimp or a bitch. Or to make it easier...I'm both. I'm a wimpy bitch. For some reason when I'm attracted to someone, I start doing things that could come off as cold. I don't know why! But anyways, that's not the point. The point is...do people really go out thinking they'll find their mate? I wonder how successful they are?
I started people watching...
Observing body language and behaviors of everyone made me smile. I'd laugh or smile at the one who is completely drunk and being annoying; the one male who got SO excited that Alanis's "Ironic" came on and starting shouting at the top of his lungs...completely off key; the clans of girls dressed up in short trendy dresses (that I find hideous) with big earrings, and 6 inch heels; the good looking young male surrounded by his not-so-good-looking-nerdy-and-chubby-friends acting nonchalant; the group of guys asking the bartenders which taps are the yellow ones (the taps are color coded, and the yellow ones are the cheapest domestic beers); etc.
I started wondering what the purpose of going out was, to all these people. I'd say the majority of the people I saw weren't wearing rings on their forth fingers. The answer was in my head, but I asked Jenni what she thought they were here for. She had the same idea. Do these people really believe that they'd find their lover/mate one night at a bar? Maybe one day, someone gets a 'good feeling' and thinks they have to go to Williams that night because they think they're going to meet their lover/mate...so they fix themselves up and gather some friends to find their happiness? I personally think this is pathetic...but at the same time it COULD be kind of romantic, no? But the problem is...I noticed a young man who seemed like he could want a girlfriend, but he wasn't trying anything in particular to get any girl's attention. The clans of girls tend to stick together all night, and same for the guys. From my experience as a girl (no matter how man-ish my close friends think I am) and also from observation, I know what happens in those gal circles...
Interested girl: hey, don't look now, but look at the guy at my 1 o'clock. Blue and white stripped shirt. glasses. big spider web tattoo on his elbow. He's sexy.
girlfriend 1: ooooh, nice one!
girlfriend 2: totally. what are you going to do?
Interested girl: I don't know.
girlfriend 2: he just looked at you!
girlfriend 1: go talk to him! he so wants you.
Interested girl: No!
the guy and his friends start walking in their direction...
girlfriend 1: he's coming here!
as he approaches, interested girl turns her back on him and pretends as if she never even noticed him...
How many of you have seen this happen or done something like this?! I definitely have. I'm either a wimp or a bitch. Or to make it easier...I'm both. I'm a wimpy bitch. For some reason when I'm attracted to someone, I start doing things that could come off as cold. I don't know why! But anyways, that's not the point. The point is...do people really go out thinking they'll find their mate? I wonder how successful they are?
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