Deju vu

Sometimes, I think that I could write a whole series of posts about reactions to my reading habits by people at the gym. I'm not sure why, exactly, but this keeps cropping up. Most recently while waiting for a zumba class, a personal trainer (who I have never spoken to/seen before) came up to me to ask what I was reading and what it was about. It happened to be The Woodlanders, and after I summarized he gave me a look of half sympathy for my poor plight in reading it, and half incredulity that I would choose to read it. He then said "well, at least you can work out after reading it and get the tension out."

Now, I realize this isn't much of a story, and is not, really, all that noteworthy. However, you need to understand something about my brain. I generally go through life thinking that I'm semi invisible, that I don't really register on people's radar, and that I can be as idiosyncratic as I please because no one will really notice. It always really jars me when someone comments that they've been observing some behavior of mine or that they were talking about me, etc. In some ways this is similar to being a Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal.

In all seriousness, though, I think if I wasn't already writing this blog I should start one called "Awkward Encounters with Men at the Gym," since not all my awkward encounters relate to the list project, but they sure happen all. the. time.