This third world.

I am waiting for my schedule with my trainer. I am at the gym lounge enjoying complimentary coffee and Internet access. On the way here, I had to bribe a cab to take me in. Where I'm from, most cab drivers are hella picky. They drive around for convenience trying to scrounge up the most they can during their shift preferably driving around nearby distances, easily earning from the standard flag-down fee. It's pretty accepted in this society. Or, people have let it be but with much resentment. Comfort is something I am willing to pay a little extra for, especially after a long day at work. To soften the blow to my pocket, I consider it as aid to third-world economy victims. In my ride, I lock the doors, ask the music volume to be lowered, and I bring out my Internet device to catch up on my readings. Sometimes, I'd write. If I am rally pooped, it's a nice sleep till I arrive. Didn't get off at directly in front of the gym. I chose to walk a bit. It was a lovely stroll. The shopping complex around was about shutting down. There wasn't much of a crowd save for the taxi queues spread all-over.

While walking, it would be no surprise to see couples canoodling. Things like this thrive amidst the weary energies of commuters and observers. Then one corner later, I am welcomed by two twinks in school uniform. They were holding hands in a steady brisk walk. They had this tired blank expression on their faces. There was no care. All the care was in the lack of space between their fingers. They walk past me. As I crossed the street, from a nearby fast-food joint walks out two yuppy guys, each with a laptop bag. Both were in leather shoes. As they strode down the front steps, one guy's hand went around the other's waist. I walked past them. Passing by the parking lot, a red car had just shut its lights. Out walked the driver in gym gear. I hear a thud and from the back of the car, another guy in gym gear hold two bags in his hand. The driver locks his car and they meet by the side. Driver got his bag with one hand and held other guy's hand. I walked into the gym, straight to the lockers, undressed, and covered up with a towel.

No one cared.

Fresh from a blowjob. Fresh from climax. It sucks I know. But I just get by with every little bit I can find. This existence is a third world metaphor. A loop. A spiral. Orgasm after orgasm.

I am waiting for my trainer. Enjoying free coffee and WiFi.