Superman2
12-24-2004, 04:50 PM
Hello.
Im a 16 years old kid (dont let this scare you away!), I live in northern Europe, My parents come from southern Europe. I have been into lifting for almost a year now, and I love it.
I have always been a very productive person. In this story, I will tell you how it is for me being such a person.
I remember a few years ago, when I was 14-15 I wanted to learn about computer programming. I got a job and worked at weekends, so I can have extra money (this was a deal with my father, I worked at his restaurant so i can get my OWN money and spend it where ever I want to) and buy programming books and new computer parts. As my friends started to notice that i spend at least 2 hours reading programming books a day, they started to see me as a "nerd". I remember an old friend that was going to fight with some other kids, and when he was getting his friends to fight with him he got in front of me and said "Eh... You can stay out of this, cause your just going to get beaten up". I knew he did this because i liked computers, and he thought i was a pale and weak "nerd". As months passed, other kids would never choose me in their team in any sport when we had P.E. My old friends didnt call me anymore to come out and play basketball anymore. I heard alot of B"%£@&$t behind my back about how many hours i spend in front of a computer, about what a nerd i am, and people just thought of me as an stupid idiot that had no life even if they didnt know me. Why did everyone hate me?, I was just having a hobby, I was just doing something I like!
I couldnt stand it anymore. Even my older brother complained about how much I sit in front of a computer every time he saw me. So I quit. I didnt like living the life of a computer freak. I wanted to get some new friends, and it was a good chance for me now when I was out of 9th grade and was going to start high school and meet new people.
When I started high school, I met this other kid that was 2 years older than me (lets call him Ben), and man, was he huge. He was twice as big as me, and he had a friend too that only came to school to go to the schools gym(and lets call him Moe). I talked to them a couple of times and I thought they were pretty cool. They werent agressive or bullies as their bodies and faces were looking like. I asked them if I can start going to the gym with them, and they were damn happy I did! They always asked me if I wanted to train after school with them, and I always followed them. After 2 workouts, I got addicted to going to the gym. It was so fun, it was a new challenge every day. I liked the feeling of having pressure on me, which impressed Ben and Moe. I liked going heavy, because i loved the feeling of it: the pressure. Ben and Moe were pretty impressed on the fact that I would never say no to following to the gym, I would never stop repping the bar as long as it didnt only move downwards. As weeks passed, I wanted to learn more, I was hungry for knowledge. I asked and asked, I wrote down several paged for working out different muscles, I planned out a new diet every week. But one day, Ben and Moe didnt have anything to learn to me. They said I knew as much as them. I got a pretty strange feeling. Did I learn EVERYTHING about bodybuilding in less than 2 months? Impossible. I tried looking around in the internet, and I found this site and 2 others, to be the most educating sites as possible. There were so many articles to read, so many workouts to try, so many training methods, so many diets, and it was all so damn good!
After living the life of a bodybuilder for a few months, guess what happened? The same damn thing that happened with computers. Everyone hates me again. Everyone complains about how annoying I am when I carry my tuna sandwiches to school trips, how annoying I am for following a diet and a strict workout schedule and not living a "happy" life. I discussed with Ben and Moe about it, and they said that once your twice as big as them they wont bother me anymore. But, I wasnt twice as huge as an average person, so I had to live with it.
The biggest question is, why the f"/( does it bother them? It doesnt affect them, it doesnt bother them, it doesnt make them do anything or prevent doing something, so why did everyone else hate me? The answer is simple: because all the ones that hated me were stupid lazy idiots that have not done, are not doing and wont do anything with their lives. They cant do anything themselves because they are very short minded and have no idea of what they want, and they always try to hurt others who are not like them.
Right now, after a year of working out, Im not huge, but Im freaky strong for my size. Ben and Moe always giggle when I set up a bunch of weight to the bar when Im going to squat, but they shut their mouths when i rep it :D
So, my tip to all of you out there: Dont give a **** about what others think! It only matters if YOU like it!
Im a 16 years old kid (dont let this scare you away!), I live in northern Europe, My parents come from southern Europe. I have been into lifting for almost a year now, and I love it.
I have always been a very productive person. In this story, I will tell you how it is for me being such a person.
I remember a few years ago, when I was 14-15 I wanted to learn about computer programming. I got a job and worked at weekends, so I can have extra money (this was a deal with my father, I worked at his restaurant so i can get my OWN money and spend it where ever I want to) and buy programming books and new computer parts. As my friends started to notice that i spend at least 2 hours reading programming books a day, they started to see me as a "nerd". I remember an old friend that was going to fight with some other kids, and when he was getting his friends to fight with him he got in front of me and said "Eh... You can stay out of this, cause your just going to get beaten up". I knew he did this because i liked computers, and he thought i was a pale and weak "nerd". As months passed, other kids would never choose me in their team in any sport when we had P.E. My old friends didnt call me anymore to come out and play basketball anymore. I heard alot of B"%£@&$t behind my back about how many hours i spend in front of a computer, about what a nerd i am, and people just thought of me as an stupid idiot that had no life even if they didnt know me. Why did everyone hate me?, I was just having a hobby, I was just doing something I like!
I couldnt stand it anymore. Even my older brother complained about how much I sit in front of a computer every time he saw me. So I quit. I didnt like living the life of a computer freak. I wanted to get some new friends, and it was a good chance for me now when I was out of 9th grade and was going to start high school and meet new people.
When I started high school, I met this other kid that was 2 years older than me (lets call him Ben), and man, was he huge. He was twice as big as me, and he had a friend too that only came to school to go to the schools gym(and lets call him Moe). I talked to them a couple of times and I thought they were pretty cool. They werent agressive or bullies as their bodies and faces were looking like. I asked them if I can start going to the gym with them, and they were damn happy I did! They always asked me if I wanted to train after school with them, and I always followed them. After 2 workouts, I got addicted to going to the gym. It was so fun, it was a new challenge every day. I liked the feeling of having pressure on me, which impressed Ben and Moe. I liked going heavy, because i loved the feeling of it: the pressure. Ben and Moe were pretty impressed on the fact that I would never say no to following to the gym, I would never stop repping the bar as long as it didnt only move downwards. As weeks passed, I wanted to learn more, I was hungry for knowledge. I asked and asked, I wrote down several paged for working out different muscles, I planned out a new diet every week. But one day, Ben and Moe didnt have anything to learn to me. They said I knew as much as them. I got a pretty strange feeling. Did I learn EVERYTHING about bodybuilding in less than 2 months? Impossible. I tried looking around in the internet, and I found this site and 2 others, to be the most educating sites as possible. There were so many articles to read, so many workouts to try, so many training methods, so many diets, and it was all so damn good!
After living the life of a bodybuilder for a few months, guess what happened? The same damn thing that happened with computers. Everyone hates me again. Everyone complains about how annoying I am when I carry my tuna sandwiches to school trips, how annoying I am for following a diet and a strict workout schedule and not living a "happy" life. I discussed with Ben and Moe about it, and they said that once your twice as big as them they wont bother me anymore. But, I wasnt twice as huge as an average person, so I had to live with it.
The biggest question is, why the f"/( does it bother them? It doesnt affect them, it doesnt bother them, it doesnt make them do anything or prevent doing something, so why did everyone else hate me? The answer is simple: because all the ones that hated me were stupid lazy idiots that have not done, are not doing and wont do anything with their lives. They cant do anything themselves because they are very short minded and have no idea of what they want, and they always try to hurt others who are not like them.
Right now, after a year of working out, Im not huge, but Im freaky strong for my size. Ben and Moe always giggle when I set up a bunch of weight to the bar when Im going to squat, but they shut their mouths when i rep it :D
So, my tip to all of you out there: Dont give a **** about what others think! It only matters if YOU like it!