All of the people who body shame me

Monday 10/21/24

Yesterday when I got to the bottom of the Monument after I had finished my circuits, there was a line of people waiting to go up (only twenty, I believe, are allowed to be in there at once). A person at the front of this line yelled out, "Oh my God! Do you see how much he sweated?!"

The Monument will tell you much about life. How stupid people are, how incapable almost anyone is of thinking. The reason for this remark--with me standing right there--was because this person assumed that I represented what was in store for them--something that would cause them to sweat profusely because it was so very hard. A sort of "Look what it did to this guy!"

They intend to go up once. And because they intend to do something, they assume that's what anyone else would have to do. That's how myopic people are. Almost everyone is an extreme narcissist incapable of thought, of connective logic.

I was wearing workout clothes. I am fit. My shirt was a Bunker Hill Monument shirt. As if this being a regular thing for me could be more plain. I had on a headband. I did not look tired.

Lately I see many women complaining, as so many of them do--especially online, which is a breeding ground--that's not a pun--for misandry, where hateful, empty people gather and project and lie and seek to fill those voids within in ways that they can't--about how men are the cause of every last one of their problems in life.

They provide traction for each other, which takes the form of "I'm so sorry that happened to you" and the like.

This is not real traction, anything that would allow one to scale the walls; it's fake traction, and with fake traction you simply have people who slide down into the bottom of the bucket, which is where most human life now plays out.

These people are also incapable of thought. Or at least they refuse to think. When you stop thinking, it becomes harder and harder for you to do so when you try to think. People don't like anything hard. Men are no better than women. People suck equally, but there can be different prevailing particulars. So rather than attempt to think, having made thinking this very difficult act, people never think.

This is the trend I've been noticing: Women take to social media to complain about how bad, evil men--it's so childish, only children are better thinkers, but you know what I mean--will body shame them on their morning runs by saying words of encouragement like "You got this!" The women claim that these words would only be said to someone who looked unfit and who struggled to exercise.

How do I look? That would be fit, yes? What am I, a man or a woman?

Do you know how many imbeciles in the Monument--imbeciles I've passed six times--say to me, "You got this!" and "You're almost there!" like we're all in the same thing together and suffering equally because whatever something is for them it has to be for someone else?

People are less intelligent than rocks. Way less intelligent, you might conclude if you've seen Children of the Stones. They project non-stop. They almost always out of shape, and pretty much everyone alive right now is lazy. There is hardly anyone in this world who'd rather do more than less (which ironically makes life harder for both them, the individual, and for people in society as a whole; it impacts the economy, mental health, the divorce rate, the educational system, and on and on), and doing more is better. Because there's more to be done, more to be learned, more to achieve, more people to help, more growth to be had. Etc.

They also tend to view any exercise as difficult. Usually, it's more than they'd do. They are both projecting and attempting to commiserate in the only feeble ways in which they know how, because, again, they can't think and they also have no language skills, no ability to communicate, say something apt or clever.

What is a dullard like this really going to say? You want a quip? Incisive but quick and useful but-not-too-nosy commentary? He wants to say something, so he's going to say, 'You got this!" If you were passing each other in a building hallway, just the two of you, he might say, "Good morning." Just as you might. Or smile.

(I also understand that if nothing is ever said, these people would complain because of the lack of attention. Note how many people go online--this is mind-blowing--to say, "I just want to be left alone." No you don't. You need attention. Because you've made it so that you are nothing else, and there's nothing there, so attention becomes the substitute, the filler for the human shell--only, nothing really gets filled, and, if anything, the emptiness expands.)

I reckon this happens to no one more than it happens to me. Have I ever failed to understand this very simple thing? Can you imagine me taking to social media to saying I've been body shamed?

"I was body shamed in the Monument again by evil men. The evil, evil, evil patriarchy! Please! Oh please! Won't many of you say that you're sorry this has happened to me? Please!"

People are less likely to say something to you if you're a giant human hamburger. Because then it can more like making some comment on someone's size or weight, and most people don't just start sounding off to a stranger about their obesity or lack of athleticism or roundedness or whatever it is.

That's not very likely, is it? True, people are uncouth and unmannered, and there are examples of everything, but usually it's just some person saying something, which is all that person does. Open their mouth, say whatever, project.

The very act of exercise to them is this giant feat. And getting out of bed in the morning and running while it's all they can do to go off and get their donuts? That's practically inconceivable within the bounds of their own life. So they say their little compliment as someone passes by, and it's kind of one-on-one-ish because it's early and/or no one else is really around. It usually has nothing to do with you, the person exercising. Or maybe they're also a runner and this is how they express a certain fealty. A kinship.

People are almost always all about themselves. No matter how uninteresting or lackluster or lazy they are. And a few are them are just trying to be friendly, which is not a bad thing, because there's not a lot of friendliness out there. Let's also remember that exercise is often a solitary undertaking. I'm not talking about playing the pick-up game of basketball. I mean something like running. Other people pick up on that themselves. They don't consciously think it, but they sense it, they do know it on some level, and they're lending a cheery voice to break up that aloneness. And no, that doesn't mean violating one's private time.

When you go through every part of your life looking for attention and victim status and likes and followers and insincere statements of "I'm so sorry that happened to you, you become crazy because you are divorced from reality. You don't understand reality, you can't recognize reality, you try to not live in reality. Online, one can find millions and millions of other people who do the same. I shouldn't say online only--most people are now crazy because they do not live in reality and they have lost the ability to think. Their fantasies are indulged. Enabled. I am not using terms hyperbolically. Most people are divorced from reality. Is crazy too glib a term? Yeah, fine. But it comes down to the same thing.

Unless it's explained to them, people think that other people could only be doing what they're doing. If someone is going to the Monument to go to the top once, then I must be doing that. No one could do anything different than they do, or anything more. They can't even conceive of it on their own. Then, when they learn otherwise, their tendency is to hate the person who does more, is better, all of that. That person becomes a threat to their ego, unexamined sense of self. Shines some light on their considerable limitations, and they detest that.

Basically, you can put no stock in anything anyone says. They're not informed, they're not mentally fit, they don't know, they haven't thought, they're terrible at observation. They just say whatever they say for these other reasons than because of anything based in reality or being correct or having a clue.

And there's nothing to stop them, nothing to hold them accountable, because no one else knows a damn thing either. And when everyone is stupid, and a stupid person says a stupid thing, then they're more likely to get a compliment from another stupid person who thought the same stupid thing because all of these people are going to be so limited in what any of them can think, so there's bound to be what we can call the overlapping allure of stupidity, which ironically makes people think they're right. Or--and this is more important--that they're not wrong.

What do you think it's like for me to read social media comments from people about, say, the Beatles, as they're discussing Ringo Starr's drumming or what the Beatles' best album is? Can you imagine how torturous that is for me? All of that ignorance and imbecility but passed off by every last person as if they're the ultimate authority? There's no shame. Each of these idiots thinks the stupid thing they say is absolutely correct. They don't even get the song titles correct. Not one of these people has their imbecility held in check. It's an orgy of imbecility.

If I came in and started doing my thing? I'd be hated. The reason I'd be hated is because "right guy" would be here, the guy who actually knew, and the fun would stop. What's the fun? Talking out of your ass, which is the only way people talk now, because no one knows anything. I put a stop to that. People don't like that. I deny your voice. Because what are you going to do? Keep saying your stupid things after I've said what I've said, how I've said it? You're going to stand down, go away, game over. And not because I was rude.

People feel ashamed, stupid, embarrassed, exposed as a fraud. Which is what they are. They don't have a clue. People just want to say things and project. That's mostly it. They don't want to be around anyone smarter than they are, because then they will be exposed. But if everyone around them is just as stupid, they can pretend in their own delusional minds to be the smartest person in the room because it's just idiots going off and who's any different from anyone else and it's all fantasy anyway and this idea that if you think something it is true or becomes true because you thought it.

That's our world now. There's nothing else. That's how it works. Someone runs by at seven in the morning on a Saturday as some guy is heading into the Starbucks, and he says, "You got this!" He didn't size anyone up and think to himself, "She's a chunky one, I should encourage her because at least she's not just staying home eating." He's just a guy saying something. Or a woman. I get remarks from both in the Monument.

You know what one of my favorite comments recently was? (There have been some good ones--I'll share some others later.) This little girl said to me, all of this enthusiasm in her voice, "Keep going, buddy!" (Kids are often smarter than adults--it sounded to me like she knew I was doing something with a special purpose.)

Isn't that awesome? I loved that. She lightened my step that day--at least metaphorically.

On occasion, it's someone trying to be friendly for no other reason than wanting to be friendly.