I went for a swim this morning. I've heard it is supposed to be relaxing. So why is it I am going up and down the pool in a rage? There were about 4 people in there when I popped in. I found my spot and swam up and down. I was being overtaken by people who looked like they were training for the Olympics, splishy splashing me in the process, as I I cruised along in my snail pace breaststroke. Then, someone else came in the pool. It nudged me along closer to Mr Olympic himself, engulfing me in mini-tsunami's that threatened to get me wet.
But that wasn't all. The new person was not quite swimming in straight lines. Sometimes it would be straight, but then on the return length they would swim at a diagonal, interfering with my military precision straight lines. What's more, they seemed utterly oblivious that I was there, almost crashing into me on several occasions without batting an eyelid.
Next, I kept encountering a plaster, floating alone in my path. I swam 36 lengths, so had 36 occasions to look annoyingly at this impediment. It was fairly early in the day, and since I encountered a plaster, I thought the probability was that the others had their own plasters in their lanes too. So that would make 6 plasters before the day got going. Do people not use waterproof plasters, or perhaps it was one person covered in 6 plasters, all non-waterproof. They are probably currently bleeding to death, their open wounds being free of protection.
So, this grumpy old man was swimming up and down, finding it hard to shake these negative thoughts from his head. An activity that is supposedly relaxing turned into an exercise of what is wrong with people and the world. Fortunately, I had a nice sauna to look forward to. Nice and alone, no one to disturb me, reaching the peek of what I could stand, temperature-wise. That was until some bloke comes in and tips a ton of water on the coals.
Am I alone in my negative thoughts? Were all the swimmers in a state of bliss?![Cautious :cautious: :cautious:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
But that wasn't all. The new person was not quite swimming in straight lines. Sometimes it would be straight, but then on the return length they would swim at a diagonal, interfering with my military precision straight lines. What's more, they seemed utterly oblivious that I was there, almost crashing into me on several occasions without batting an eyelid.
Next, I kept encountering a plaster, floating alone in my path. I swam 36 lengths, so had 36 occasions to look annoyingly at this impediment. It was fairly early in the day, and since I encountered a plaster, I thought the probability was that the others had their own plasters in their lanes too. So that would make 6 plasters before the day got going. Do people not use waterproof plasters, or perhaps it was one person covered in 6 plasters, all non-waterproof. They are probably currently bleeding to death, their open wounds being free of protection.
So, this grumpy old man was swimming up and down, finding it hard to shake these negative thoughts from his head. An activity that is supposedly relaxing turned into an exercise of what is wrong with people and the world. Fortunately, I had a nice sauna to look forward to. Nice and alone, no one to disturb me, reaching the peek of what I could stand, temperature-wise. That was until some bloke comes in and tips a ton of water on the coals.
Am I alone in my negative thoughts? Were all the swimmers in a state of bliss?