I haven't seen an angry rant in a while. Could it be that douche bags are becoming few and far between? I doubt it. From recent observation, they now travel in packs, like middle-aged greasers looking to pick on the little kids.

Dear Gym-Rat Assholes,

I know that trash talking is the easiest way to masturbate your ego. I know that I don't crush as hard as your kid/girlfriend/cousin from Parry Sound. But could you please take satisfaction in your superiority by proxy in silence? I don't care. Don't talk to me.

Crazy bitch: Yeah, your kid finished this route and I fell off. I don't weigh 50lbs and have an eating disorder that I got from my mom. You too, should eat something. I saw how you were eyeing my sandwich, and I didn't appreciate it. If you would stop starving yourself, you might be able hold yourself upright for more than 3 moves. Your voice annoys me. Don't talk to me.

Hairy Bastard: Good for you on your redpoint on this 27ft wall of doom. Where the fuck did you come from? Who are you to tell me that I can't make this move and that the next one is totally out of my league. I've never met you before, and I hope never to see you again. Don't talk to me.

Fat Fucker: Shut your fucking trap. You've been at the gym the last 3 months and I've never seen you tie in, or put your shoes on for that matter. You sit on the carpet with your big bottle of water, sweating out your sloth, and commenting on everyone's attempt on grades you would never dream of trying yourself. Don't talk to me.

Creepy guy who wears his harness too tight: I don't need your beta, but I would consider letting you talk to me if it meant you would never again try to touch me. I don't need a hug and I don't have any friends that would want to sleep with you. No, not even the ugly ones. Go play with yourself or boulder over there... Don't look at me like that.

Why is it, if I go to the "regular" gym, people generally keep to themselves, maybe talk to their partner but at a climbing gym so many people feel entitled to spray to anyone in earshot?

I've never felt such an urge to crack skulls with grigris like I did tonite and I hated that feeling. I just want to have a good time, push myself, and encourage my friends to do the same.





... Ok, rage subsiding, sleep time.

jay.. save this.. jeesh man..

Sorry, I must have had a transient n00biescent moment.

Jay

I haven't seen an angry rant in a while. Could it be that douche bags are becoming few and far between? I doubt it. From recent observation, they now travel in packs, like middle-aged greasers looking to pick on the little kids.

Dear Gym-Rat Assholes,

I know that trash talking is the easiest way to masturbate your ego. I know that I don't crush as hard as your kid/girlfriend/cousin from Parry Sound. But could you please take satisfaction in your superiority by proxy in silence? I don't care. Don't talk to me.

Crazy bitch: Yeah, your kid finished this route and I fell off. I don't weigh 50lbs and have an eating disorder that I got from my mom. You too, should eat something. I saw how you were eyeing my sandwich, and I didn't appreciate it. If you would stop starving yourself, you might be able hold yourself upright for more than 3 moves. Your voice annoys me. Don't talk to me.

Hairy Bastard: Good for you on your redpoint on this 27ft wall of doom. Where the fuck did you come from? Who are you to tell me that I can't make this move and that the next one is totally out of my league. I've never met you before, and I hope never to see you again. Don't talk to me.

Fat Fucker: Shut your fucking trap. You've been at the gym the last 3 months and I've never seen you tie in, or put your shoes on for that matter. You sit on the carpet with your big bottle of water, sweating out your sloth, and commenting on everyone's attempt on grades you would never dream of trying yourself. Don't talk to me.

Creepy guy who wears his harness too tight: I don't need your beta, but I would consider letting you talk to me if it meant you would never again try to touch me. I don't need a hug and I don't have any friends that would want to sleep with you. No, not even the ugly ones. Go play with yourself or boulder over there... Don't look at me like that.

Why is it, if I go to the "regular" gym, people generally keep to themselves, maybe talk to their partner but at a climbing gym so many people feel entitled to spray to anyone in earshot?

I've never felt such an urge to crack skulls with grigris like I did tonite and I hated that feeling. I just want to have a good time, push myself, and encourage my friends to do the same.





... Ok, rage subsiding, sleep time.

I haven't seen an angry rant in a while. Could it be that douche bags are becoming few and far between? I doubt it. From recent observation, they now travel in packs, like middle-aged greasers looking to pick on the little kids.

Dear Gym-Rat Assholes,

I know that trash talking is the easiest way to masturbate your ego. I know that I don't crush as hard as your kid/girlfriend/cousin from Parry Sound. But could you please take satisfaction in your superiority by proxy in silence? I don't care. Don't talk to me.

Crazy bitch: Yeah, your kid finished this route and I fell off. I don't weigh 50lbs and have an eating disorder that I got from my mom. You too, should eat something. I saw how you were eyeing my sandwich, and I didn't appreciate it. If you would stop starving yourself, you might be able hold yourself upright for more than 3 moves. Your voice annoys me. Don't talk to me.

Hairy Bastard: Good for you on your redpoint on this 27ft wall of doom. Where the fuck did you come from? Who are you to tell me that I can't make this move and that the next one is totally out of my league. I've never met you before, and I hope never to see you again. Don't talk to me.

Fat Fucker: Shut your fucking trap. You've been at the gym the last 3 months and I've never seen you tie in, or put your shoes on for that matter. You sit on the carpet with your big bottle of water, sweating out your sloth, and commenting on everyone's attempt on grades you would never dream of trying yourself. Don't talk to me.

Creepy guy who wears his harness too tight: I don't need your beta, but I would consider letting you talk to me if it meant you would never again try to touch me. I don't need a hug and I don't have any friends that would want to sleep with you. No, not even the ugly ones. Go play with yourself or boulder over there... Don't look at me like that.

Why is it, if I go to the "regular" gym, people generally keep to themselves, maybe talk to their partner but at a climbing gym so many people feel entitled to spray to anyone in earshot?

I've never felt such an urge to crack skulls with grigris like I did tonite and I hated that feeling. I just want to have a good time, push myself, and encourage my friends to do the same.





... Ok, rage subsiding, sleep time.

I have a radical idea. Stop going to the gym. That seems to be your main problem.

RR

I have a radical idea. Stop going to the gym. That seems to be your main problem.

RR

What do you suggest I do instead? Quit my job, abandon my kid and move south so I can learn to crush hard 13s like you?

The season here has ended and unless I want to spend the next 5 months couch-bound and watching Jersey Shore, this is all I get.

Dude doesn't want advice. He's just unloading!

ummmm.... i think she's a chick....othwise, why would the creepy guy be trying for a touch.

ummmm.... i think she's a chick....othwise, why would the creepy guy be trying for a touch.

OP has stressors in her life which disallow her to let the stimulus of *others* gloss over.

Excpet that you have a child, I would say you could try what I did, which was to walk away from the work-for-others *career,* start volunteering at the local crag, move into the caretaker's cabin when it becomes open, live without electricity, plumbing - or even a car, and wake up every morning to the sound of chipmunks, squirrels and the sight of the sum warming through the woods.

Then, realize you simply cannot go back to the apartment in the city, buy a beat down van that everyone laughs at and head west for the winter, and live outa that van. Make a pledge to pay NO money for camping, nor spend so much as a dime in a Walmart for the duration.

(One thing - if you can avoid having to stay with family on the way... it would be helpful. Buy oh well, one can't do everything perfectly - hahah).


Serioulsy though - there is too much stress in your life. Find ways to reduce and eliminate it, and those people will no longer be problematic.

Maybe if you were more of an asshole, people wouldn't talk to you. It works for me.

Maybe if you were more of an asshole, people wouldn't talk to you. It works for me.

Get out of Onterrible!