Man Says He Lifts for His Mental Health and also Lifting for Revenge
Jason says the gym is his therapy. And to be fair, he’s there six days a week, rain or shine, headphones on, jaw locked, visibly confronting something invisible.
From gossip to gut checks, this is where the loudest voices in our heads publish.
Columns. Hearsay. Manalogue. College chaos. High school headlines. If it sounds personal or true, it probably is.
Jason says the gym is his therapy. And to be fair, he’s there six days a week, rain or shine, headphones on, jaw locked, visibly confronting something invisible.
Now rerouting… around your feelings.
A high school student explains Christmas break, from sleeping until noon to panicking about school returning, in a perfectly chaotic holiday timeline.
She’s not impulsive. She’s preparing. Financial experts are unclear if €14 rosé in Lisbon counts as personal growth, but she’s already packed.
Your music taste now has consequences.
He meditates twice a week and owns a candle. But when it comes to real intimacy, he vanishes like incense in a breeze. Maybe he’s not toxic, just unplugged.
He said I was “a lot.” I said thanks. He meant it as a warning. I took it as confirmation.
Your sadness is now trackable. Brands are already preparing mood-based discounts.
Apparently, expressing a thought now qualifies as heroism, as long as you smile afterward and include a disclaimer in parentheses.
You like coffee? Cute. I like high-stakes survival. If we’re not rappelling by noon or tranquilizing something with fangs, we’re just coworkers with better lighting.
He’s emotionally available — for anyone willing to hear a 14-part saga about why his divorce wasn’t his fault. Bonus points if you’re good with kids and can listen without blinking.
He doesn’t need to be perfect — he just needs to believe what I believe, in the exact order I learned it from five unrelated men in trucker hats speaking into lapel mics.