Disrespect – The Cause of the Damaged


Short Story Scribe

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At one time, the gym was my, for lack of better words, “temple or church” I worked out in crowded solitude, able to feed off the energy around me, and yet remain spiritually alone in my efforts.

I respected others in their endeavors and others respected me in mine. Pleasantries were exchanged upon entering or leaving or sometimes in between exercises, but once engaged in activity — courtesy did not allow disruption. Yet lately, respect, civility and courtesy seem to be words that have little meaning.

I am not sure what has changed, but the last few times I have tried to restart an exercise regime, my concentration and serenity has been directly entreated upon by the impoliteness of others. So much so, that I am unsure if I can bring myself to return.

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Like the other day…

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