The people you meet in a gym! The one I met today was a cussing sort of soul, but she seemed fine other than that! She spoke of God, and even looked up and acknowledged him, but in our conversation I heard many quite offending words spilling from her mouth. I listened, and wondered how I could turn her into a book. She would be interesting to grace the covers as a supporting character. Hmmmmmm…
This woman at the gym, the one who spoke of everything past and present with a coarse word here and there, said so boldly and brash, “I don’t play well with others, so I have to choose my activities wisely. I tried an exercise class, but I ended up telling ’em all to go to h*## in the end!” Yeah, she said one of those low offending cuss words in that story, and then a few more followed after that! “Those women, they had a certain spot they liked to be during class, and I thought, ‘you don’t own that freaking spot, what the heck are you doing telling me to get out of your spot! I don’t think so.” Yeah, it continued just that way, and then other things were talked about.
I had to admire the conversation and take it for what it was; not the cuss words, but the description of her distaste for the class. I like people who are a little different; the ones who let you know up front that they might bite sometime during approach, so beware! Those people, well they keep the tea brewed! They add a pitch to the monotone, and a thrill without the crime. They give gusto, and a reason to be thankful that God made “me, not that way” because I definitely don’t want to be them!
Still, I think we welcome those people due to the “tea” stays steamy and poured because those people are living in the world, and all those stories with colorful words that I myself dare wouldn’t say at the gym? I understand why there is someone out there that does say them, for it reminds me of what not to do.
She let them spill freely, those words, because there is a lesson to be learned in all that mess; God gives an abundant of personalities as gifts to this world, and I’m not saying the language was a gift, but what I got out of that language was! I liked realizing why I don’t cuss, and then the stories she told; they were good, and probably could have been better without the cuss words built in. Then I think, “Hey, I kept listening because she spoke those attention getters, and the story she told, I could tell it again to anyone verbatim!” These days, I sort of tune everyone out! Hmmmmmmm…
Life is entertaining with those personalities, as it’s like petting a pit bull. You’ll take the risk because you like dogs, but you really don’t want the constant worry of owning one. At least with this character, I knew from sentence one what to expect, and because I was willing to lend an ear, we enjoyed bubbling conversation for a good thirty minutes of monotonous treadmill time! In the end, she mused me a character for another book and I listened to her (and liked her)! The trade-off was grand, and for that, she was just another character I met at the gym! “The People You Meet at the Gym.”
“On That Day” by V. M. Jenkins sold on Amazon and Barnes and Noble
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