He walked ahead of me to the counter where his membership key chain card was to be scanned by the hostesses’ scanner gun, but he had difficulty finding his key chain card and as he fished through a multitude of cargo pockets my passing through to the main gym floor was delayed.
I immediately regretted my kind gesture and my feelings of magnanimous grandiosity curdled into peevish petulance. A voice, my Inner Cynic, hissed, “Give up trying to be nice, loser. Just surrender to your real self, you impatient, churlish malcontent.”
God, being me is a full-time job, I thought.
My one hour cardio workout was intense and euphoric, and seemed to subdue, for the moment anyways, my Inner Cynic.
I plan on continuing to be nice to others in spite of who I really am.