When I enter the hall, they give me 2 towels. The idea is to use them and give them back. That is, wipe with them after a shower/exercise. And then return them when you leave the hall. There isn’t a day by God that I don’t see towels trampled in the locker room, strewn all over the locker room by my feet, and then left, dirty, in a corner. Of course, they are washed and reused, but still, I think that there are serious mental problems to mock a towel, to make it a rag to wipe the tiles in the hall. Don’t you believe?

I literally want to throw up when I see towels in this style.

Full of hair, little detergent on the tile, dirty, blackened. This is a battered, mutilated body. This is how I see it. Otherwise, a towel is a useful item. They saw stuttering, it is terrible, it is evil, it has fallen. She, like a woman, is afraid of slaps. Is it a disappointment? Or is it a home habit brought to the gym? I do not know.

In my head I say: are you macho? Do you take revenge for the towel?

You don’t get along with any chicks? Don’t you like your job? Did you not understand the parameters at work? Did you lose your emag monkey on Black Friday? Take revenge for the towel, brother! Give it to him because he doesn’t talk. Or… do you have slaves after you, big one? Look, the Nepali who beats the mop! do you hate him Do you want them to serve you? Oh yeah! His embalming mother! To serve you as women serve you at home!

Woe to your mammoth head. It’s hard to be human, isn’t it?

Our world is nothing but a few objects, a few people. The confusion and imbalance in our minds is obvious. I take revenge on the object if the man lost faith in me. I take revenge on my husband if another man has lost faith in me. Nervous disease is her “home”, in the brain of a man from Sal. Roll up the towel and give it to the hall guard. Don’t take revenge on the towel, because you take revenge on yourself. are you mitokan Oh yeah! How beautiful this name sounds on your forehead! Sports towel, cloth, right? Is your girlfriend like that? So a beggar on the street? Is this your mother, your grandmother? I think so.

Or you have a new girlfriend: a dumbbell that drives you crazy

How could I forget? Oh, oh, oh, you haven’t lifted a 1.94 pound dumbbell and you’re whining, whining, whining. Her stupid mother, why didn’t you put her head in her mouth. why why why To go to the hall, to have her from the hall, is a matter of nobility. Your body is a temple. Take care of your body, take care of the environment in which it develops its muscles, abilities, weaknesses and strengths. Take care of the towel, that’s all I’m saying. The way you treat him shows that you treat your life the same way.

WATCH stories from the gym, take care of your body:

Is your personal trainer a butcher? Or is he a sadist who takes it out on you? / Story from the hall

How is that right? Do you walk around the locker room empty-handed or not? / Story from the gym