A Doomed Cockroach and the Gym Crowd (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: March 13, 1999

Gym Regulars Say Hello

Now as I am out of the Gym I can note on who I had noticed, men and women. Firstly, there weren’t much associating faces that I usually see there but I always have someone there that I can chat with, something I usually never used to do as I was more timid and into my weights back then.

The weights part I am still strongly into and the improvement is showing but the timid part amongst my friends at the Gym is starting to lift away. No longer do I keep to myself but I get out there, I mingle, I make jokes, I do what it takes to keep up appearances.

Jaromir, Kobi and Redd were all there working together, Jaromir as I noted was there and Maddox came past to have a little chat with me before he was on his way. I even thought to talk to Zubin but not having much to say and speaking out of intimidation more than my normal self I excused the both of us to get back to my workout.

When I chatted with Jaromir he told me how he had an operation for hernia and how he had a metal rod in his stomach to keep his intestines from hitting his stomach wall. Making a joke about how he would always beep at airport terminals I chatted jovially with the other two and was back to my workout.

Eyes Around the Gym

The women at the Gym seem to be picking up in numbers these days and they are all hot in their own way. Grabbing the highlight of this paragraph and all the limelight is the Indian girl that goes to our gym. Usually she wears pretty provocative clothing and her hair hangs all the way down to her ass, she didn’t disappoint today. With little hot pants and a sports wonder bra kind of top on it had the glitter touch that would make everyone think she had just come to the Gym from topless dancing lessons.

Her butt cheeks were showing out of her hot pants and as it all hugged her body, she did look pretty hot but she’s not my type. Looking at her body she did have it all in the right places and she is pretty but she just doesn’t appeal to me. I think to myself as anyone else in the Gym would, I think “It would be great to give her a banging” but that’s as far as my thought goes.

There was a period of my life at the Gym where I thought she liked me and as she looks in my direction each time I walk past her (Sometimes on purpose but not showing it) I can see that she still might have something for me. However, I walk past her and most of the times I only glance and that’s it. Playing hard to get or just plain hard is my forte, I’m good at keeping to myself so I just do it and the hell with everyone.

Each time she would head out to get a drink from the bubblers and she would bend her little pretty ass over everyone would be gazing at it and as I would look around the room to see who is a pervert they would all be doing the same to save face.

Mirrors and a Beagle Eye From Zubin

Then there was the two ladies at the Gym who are also good looking in their own right. One of them is a larger but muscular and more tone woman. Her boobs are about a C cup and they look great with her tone body but for me, she’s just a little too butch even though you can’t see any veins popping out. The other lady who is around 24 years old, a nice smile and faded red hair looked like Britney Spears, at least that’s what Redd jokingly told me.

She was my main attraction for most of my night apart from the Indian chick but the point is, I always had a focal point through my hour of training. There wasn’t a pair of breasts, a great butt or beautifully toned legs left unchecked in my hour long visit at the Gym. I had all angles covered with the mirrors that adorned all the walls and I had all aspects covered in my mind.

Then came the lady that I so love for her body size and shape. With a skinny waist I could probably fit my two hands around and a body as trim as that, I would have been dribbling from my mouth if only she had been a few years younger. Her hair was brown and curly but her face that looked 26 years old had a disparaging feel about it. The body was great on her, the abs were tremendously appealing as they showed without a flex.

Even the blue pants that she was wearing that looked of a ‘Hound Dog’ style had their utmost appeal given to me but her face (Although it was hot in its own accord) let me down. Herself and her blonde friend who is equally as hot in the body used to both work in a beauty/cosmetics/health products store either in Macarthur or at Campbelltown Mall.

Feeling like having a little chat with her as she done her sit ups and me and Jaromir were on the Ab Machine I voted against it because I was getting a beagle eye from Zubin. Actually, he was looking at me throughout my stay at the Gym and like all others, he was probably watching my muscles grow in that hour and wondering “What drugs is he on”.

Calling Ralf Back

Being at home after the Gym didn’t yield anything for me. However, Ralf had called me before I headed off for the Gym and as he was heading to his brother’s house he wanted me to give him a call once back. The time was 7:30 p.m. and bringing down my food after waiting so long to get back home I gave him a call.

On the way back home I talked to the little dude from a street or two down (On the way to the Gym) that looks like the little kid from ‘Hey Dad’. We chatted about bikes, jobs, his friends playing a gig at the Civic Centre in Campbelltown, all sorts of wasteful things. Wishing him a happy birthday as it was his birthday we dragged our way up to my house where I walked inside and continued into another mind numbing conversation.

Actually, my conversation with Ralf wasn’t that brain numbing as it was quicker than usual. Asking if I wanted to head up to see his brother and then see Jett at Penrith Panthers hours later I voted against it as I had plenty of food in front of me to eat and plenty of rest to take myself up on. When we finished our conversation I got to my eating and for the rest of my night I received no calls apart from Keith who was only looking for Ralf.

Lonely in a Bathrobe

The rest of my night has already been noted, the notable parts anyway. Apart from skipping 2000 reps tonight I haven’t done nothing much more but to watch television. The boring part of tonight was knowing that I was trapped at home with nothing to do and seeing my Diary as a trap of being lonesome I walked outside for a couple of minutes after a shower and asked myself, “When will I find that someone special again”.

Lyssa and I didn’t chat for another night which means this is becoming common practice now. Finally Lyssa and I are moving on from each other as I don’t feel we will even see each other this weekend as Lyssa also has her periods. This sudden loneliness as I stood outside in the darkness and nothing to conceal me but a bathrobe made me feel less secure, as if I was standing there naked, with no one or nothing to be proud of.

If I am ever to find me someone else my attitude has to change and I am already half way back from my timid stage that will one day lead to my olden days of romancing crowds of women. Until that day comes, I will just be alone as the next man, longing for that companionship that I once had. Companionship to me brought the full circle in me, I felt complete and now, I am without another half of me.

Friends and Partners

Friends as you will notice from my life’s tales don’t really matter in this grand picture. Who I once called a best friend in Imad doesn’t call me anymore, Ali betrayed me and people like Keith and Tatton continually dogged me. Then there was Lyssa who was always there for me for one simple reason, we were one with each other. A partner can know you and love you like no other, something a friendship just can’t give. Where are my friends when I need them most and why was Lyssa still there when I needed her and I wasn’t going out with her, mutual harmony.

A Cockroach at the Door

Before I head off tonight let me just note about the cockroach that I tortured with great prosperity tonight. Blocking that crack in the wall with tissue paper has worked great so far, no cockroaches. However, when I was coming back into the house from outside there was a cockroach on the outside of the door. Rushing to the inner part of the house and sticking silently to the wall I ran into the bathroom to see if I could find an empty toilet roll. Everyone was gone and unusable so the only thing I could use was a plastic bowl.

Capturing the cockroach within it I played around with him by moving the plastic bowl along the ground and making the cockroach run around in circles. Doing my skipping I struck terror into him with each reverberation of the skipping rope. In an hours time I checked up on him roughed him up some more and then while he was on his back started to put the plastic container’s edges onto him. Torturing it only a little I kept him well alive but more and more panicked and in pain with each squeeze.

Testing Whether Cockroaches Drown

Distraught as he was running around franticly inside the container I started violently shaking it around on the ground so that the cockroach would hit the sides and be flung around a couple of times. Knocking his sense around I squished him a couple more times and seeing that he was shitting himself I decided to give him some more misery.

As he was on his back I turned the bowl over and with a playing card flicked him in there. Missing two or three legs he wasn’t putting too much of a struggle as he gasped from my squashing him plentifully.

Sliding him into the toilet bowl I done my usual defecation upon him and wondering if cockroaches drowned I started laying toilet paper on top of him. As they were soaked with water they pushed him under the water but within thirty seconds he would struggle and get on top of them and breathing.

This made me believe that cockroaches do breathe so I kept putting in more and more toilet paper but was starting to get frustrated with his continual coming up for air after thirty seconds. Grabbing the toilet brush by the opposite end I started to twirl the water and push the cockroach down but when that still didn’t work I started to lay the soggy toilet paper on top of him. Each time he would find his way up so I finally kept the toilet brush end in there and when he would try I would just quickly stop him from moving out from under the toilet paper

Flimsy was the last attempt from the cockroach to come up for water and fearing that he had escaped up the other side of the toilet where I would normally flush him up I started to get anxious. Swirling around the toilet paper for a couple of seconds I finally found him curled up in the fetal position. Cockroaches I found do drown and this was a prime example of that happening, that is, after a lot of torture.

A Sore Left Ear

The second quick thing I would like to add is that I made my ear hurt a day or two ago by accidentally jabbing too hard as I was cleaning them with buds. My left ear suffered when I had just come out of the shower and accidentally pushed in too far. Just cleaning them again tonight I found a tiny bit of blood was cleaned out from up there so it must have done something. However, I haven’t gone death yet and I’m not hoping to but let’s just hope that this doesn’t happen again, my hearing is prized.