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"Exercise Any more"

Life Of Exercise : Buy the shoes. It’s okay, screw the budget, that’s not this year’s resolution. You deserve this. When the saleswoman asks you if you’ve done much running, laugh and gesture to your mid-section. The woman will blink, force out a half-baked hah. It’s a reaction of discomfort, not cruelty; you made it weird. You don’t know why you feel the need to shame your own body in front of a stranger, but you blame it on her Freel leggings and "They are People smile". She makes you nervous. Most people do.

By johncy raniPublished about a year ago 4 min read
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"Exercise Any more"
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    Nervous Starting

1. When you go outside, sit next to a man on a bus bench.

2. He’s reading a book, and you recognize the cover from an English course in college

3. A man’s body, clad in red, knight-like armour, with a white mask where his head should be.

4. The mask is smiling and handsome on one side, twisted and snarling on the other, with a hollow void where his eyes should be.

5. The Mysterious Stranger, by Mark Twain.

6. Good taste

7. When you sit, notice how the man’s eyes dash over in your direction.

8. It’s almost imperceptible, and no other part of him moves an inch.

9. Convince yourself that the chill trickling down your spine is a sign of an early winter wind.

10. The sweat beneath your arms says differently.

Nervous Start at Second part :

11. Change into your new shoes right there on the bench.

12. They’re tight, but almost comforting, reminding you of the cattle squeeze chutes on the farm you grew up on.

13. Your new shoes are white, because white seemed luxurious and fresh and symbolic (new beginnings, clean slate).

14. Now, curse and rub your own spit into a dirt smudge on the side.

15. Remember that white is rarely ever white at all—think of the stains spreading like mould along shower walls.

He Wakls to Bus Stop Near :

  • When the bus arrives, sit near the front. You’ll only take it half the way home today and walk the rest (new year, new you). The man with the book sits at the back of the bus.
  • This is your bus stop, in a residential area you don’t know well. Apparently, it’s his bus stop too. Start walking. Notice he is walking too. This shouldn’t make you nervous. You always see the worst in people. What is wrong with you? Therapy should have been one of your resolutions.
  • I feel of Nervous :

    • It’s been fifteen minutes. You’re almost home, but you don’t want him to know where you live. So you walk past the turn to your street and feel your heart drop to your toes. You can smell the fishy stench of your own stress-sweat leaking through your corduroy jacket.
  • Twenty minutes. Almost out of the residential area. In a couple blocks, you’ll be on commercial drive, where you can enter a café, or a bar, and have a panic attack in a graffitied bathroom stall until the perceived threat is gone. It wouldn’t be the first time.
  • When construction blocks access to the street crossing you meant to take, you’ll have to find a detour. Luckily, there’s an alley to your left, a shortcut to safety if anything. You just need to move fast. Good thing you bought those shoes.
  • 16. When you hear the man’s footsteps beating at your heels, run.
  • 17. When you hear the man’s footsteps beating at your heels, run.
  • Food Stall Not Well :

    • Start your day off right with his bento box leftovers. He ate all the shrimp from the noodles and the sushi on the side but saved you the edamame. That’s alright, you didn’t need those extra calories anyway. Don’t make all that running and fighting from yesterday for nothing.
  • Take a bite. You’re not hungry, but you don’t know when the next time you’ll see food again will be. The noodles are cold, and they slide down your throat like earthworms. Don’t complain about the temperature. Your mom always told you microwaves were evil anyway.

Man Life is tragidy Game :

You crouch over the food on a cold concrete floor. You’ve stopped crying long enough to take in your surroundings. You are confined to a small circumference around your bed with a chain clamped around your ankle, the other end of it welded to a rusty metal pole coming out of the ground. The chain rattles with each move you make. Your bed is in the center of a room, bits of foam scattered around it from mice chewing the mattress. Next to it is a bucket, where eventually you will have to relieve yourself, though you’ll hold it in until it hurts. There are no windows down here, and it smells like an old boyfriend’s basement; a combination of mildew and old socks, air so thick you feel as if you could cut into it with a knife.

Room Not Well :

  • The corners of the room are dark but packed with things. Boxes stacked haphazardly, shelves overflowing with old books, loose papers on the ground. You can’t make out what any of the books say on the spine, as much as you try to strain your eyes. So much for that clue.

Allways Be Right :

  • When he tells you to eat, you eat. Whatever he wants with you, he doesn’t want you dead. Yet. Take comfort in this. Hide the fork from your meal under your mattress.

Content :

  • Learn a New Skill or Hobby!
  • It takes an average of 6 seconds to walk in a circle at the length of your chain.
  • 3 seconds if you run .
  • Count the moths that flicker around the buzzing lightbulb above you, count particles of dust in the air.
  • Numbers were never your thing.

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About the Creator

johncy rani

Hi, my name Johncy rani;

I Have Master Degree Graduate From Computer Application;

I like This Content Creating ,But THIS is Man Life Messages Providing Project Survey.

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