Story #288 - An eating man's workout

One push-up, two push-ups, three...hghghgh...barely did it.
I can already feel the muscles tingling. My biceps are twitching, my lower back is burning, and my knees are pretty much rock-solid. If someone were to touch me, I'd crumble to the ground like a bucket of bolts.
Now to eat. I've had exactly 55 seconds of workout today, which is 15 longer than yesterday, when I did the same three, but faster.
I feel like the strongmen, even though I'm a stickman.
Three more tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and I'm all set to get into the Olympics at lifting.
Now to eat those two pizzas I couldn't finish from yesterday.

Story #287 - All downbord!

Oh, wow. We've reached our destination. A new shiny city, where everything looks like a normal place that you'd expect, apart from this luster that's coming from the sun's rays. Damn. Should've brought sunglasses.
As we're all waiting to leave this train, going into a single file between chair rows as if we're going to get stamped and we've turned a blind eye to the pain, yet everyone seems to have a smile.
When there's a gap between people, the ones that are waiting, still on the chairs, jump in to fill them back. Cement trucks would be jealous.
Fortunately, we're not sardined in, but there might be a chance for that if someone's too eager.
Until then, we all have to pretend the downboarding is the best thing around and not show our sorrow.

Story #286 - Bootcamp argument

"Drop and give me fifty, maggot."
"Sir, no, sir."
"There is no no in bootcamp, maggot. Now give me fifty."
"No, sir."
"Dammit. I'm not telling you, I'm ordering you to give me fifty."
"No, sir."
"Why not, you worm bastard?"
"Because I'm not strong enough. And stop talking to me like that."
"You need discipline, punk."
"I won't get anything if you go about it like that."
"You'll get something."
"I will. The desire to deck you."
"Ohhohohohoh. Think you can take me, huh?"
"I don't know if I will take you, but I will try to take you, and if I do, I want you to give me fifty."
"Hah. Get ready, peachfuzz. It's about to be serious."

Story #285 - Desolate places

There are cities in the world, doesn't matter if the countries are big or small, what does is how these particular locations are so uninhabited, so unloved, yet they still have something unique, something quaint.
Not many people live there, but those five that do look after the vegetation, the roads, the housing, the animals, the money, and the culture. Quite a lot, I know.
There's always that why. Why stay? Why do it? Why are you so crazy?
The answer is simple.
Fewer people, less drama. Fewer people, less noise. Fewer people, more of a home. Fewer people, well...
Plus that added bonus of a smile from a tourist. That will get to anyone's heart. If they have it.

Story #284 - It's okay. Once more.

I'm sure every person who has started something, or wanted to do something, has told themselves at least once, that today was the last time they were going to do that particular bad habit.
And days passed, and they did it again. And again. So much for last time, right?
Addiction, regardless of the object, isn't a good thing, yet, sometimes, there is no helping thyself. Going crazy is standard.
There are rare occasions when a person is asked for a hand, or an institution, or worse, family. If the foresight is there in order to notice that, then the battle might be won.
If people force themselves upon thee, and drive the person away, the showdown has been lost.
But what if there is no one there, no will to get anyone, no desire to move forward, no demeanor for improvement?
The world goes sadder by the way at the lack of smiles on its surface. And that's not healthy. Not healthy at all.

Story #283 - Today's life

Ah, those were the days before technology came this advanced.
You went outside and there were no people with wires sticking out of their ears.
No people hunched back, staring at a lit screen, trying to wiggle their fingers while they make the effort to walk and pay attention at the environment at the same time.
You used to hear laughter and cackles, jokes and bad puns, all coming about in the spirit of "I don't got anything else to do with my time."
Now, you stay secluded in your room, eating bad food on a weekly basis, watching the flavor of the month in TV, all the while adding nothing significant to your life.
But hey, it's enjoyable, and it's not the hurting anyone else, so why change?

Story #282 - We goin' out

"Yo, Sally, we goin' out tonight."
"Huh? It's Thursday, you lummox. We've school tomorrow."
"So? No important classes goin' on. 'Sides, we can always get that damn jellyfish, Curtis, to give his notes."
"Hmm...yeah..."
"Settles it."
"Wait! I don't wanna go out tonight. I still have my hoework. I meant home-"
"Hoework is right. Get out of those pajamas and put on that yellow satin dress, and let's hit the streets."
"Nuh-uh. I need make-up, a new hairstyle-"
"Want me to slap the shit outta ya right now?"
"But-"
"No. You look fine. Let's go."
"Fine. It'll take a while until I get ready, though."
"Just move your ass."
"So pushy..."

Story #281 - What do you want to be when you grow up?

"Well, children, what do you want to be when you're older?"

"I want to be a nurse because I like to help people."

"Very nice, but you should know it doesn't pay well. Anyone else?"

"I want to be a teacher like you."

"Admirable, darling, but you might get disappointed easily."

"I want to be a footballer."

"In the Premier League?"

"Yes."

"You better hope so, otherwise you won't make enough money."

"Teacher, why are you so upset?"

"The world isn't fair, love, and it gets you down sometimes. I'm down, too."

"Oh, don't worry, teacher. I'll write you a story and you'll feel better after you read it."

"Thanks. Then I'll get back to reality."