Zenis
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So I arrive at the gym and there is this cute and short girl with a bright smile working at the front desk. She helps me sign up for a one week membership, she talks about the opening times, tells me the rules and makes some small talk with me. Asking why i'm there, what I want to achieve, if it's my first time etc. She was very nice to me. After finishing all that I made my way to the wardrobe and changed clothes.
The moment I went into the gym I saw this group of stacys, there were five of them there. They were grouped up around a machine working out one by one while the others were on their phones or talking amongst themselves. I decided to get on the treadmill for some warm up and from the beginning I started noticing them staring my way. There was a mirrored wall in front of me and I could see them laughing, pointing fingers and just making fun of me.
I was trying to ignore them and tried to focus on my workout instead, but it really bothered me. I have social anxiety and after a couple of minutes I reached my breaking point. I was on the verge of tears and I could barely keep my composure, I decided to walk away before I burst into tears.
On my way out the girl at the front desk saw me and asked what's wrong. I just ignored her and made my way to the wardrobe. To my surprise she was waiting outside the wardrobe, so after I got changed and made my way out she asked me again and I explained it to her. She apologised profusely for my negative experience and after making sure I was okay she went into the gym and went off on the stacys.
She was yelling at them, telling them to grow up and saying how they're despicable people with no empathy. One of the personal trainers, who was a Chad, heard the commotion and came over to see what it was about. He quickly sided with the girl and scolded the stacys as well. They started lying to the employees saying it didn't happen, but two other Normans who were at the gym backed up my story. The Chad personal trainer escorted them out shortly afterwards.
I honestly didn't expect her, the Chad personal trainer or the Normans to stand up for an ugly ethnic subhuman like me. I was afraid they'd join in on the bullying like everyone else did when I was growing up.The girl from the front desk explained to me that they have a zero tolerance policy on bullying at their gym. She told me the stacys would be banned from the gym going forward, and that she'd notify all the other gyms of their behaviour. I was also given a free membership for three months at the gym with the option to see a personal trainer once a week if I wanted to.
After the whole ordeal I just went home and cried. I cried because this was the first time someone stood up for me. For the first time I felt like someone cared about my well being. I felt like a regular person, a normal human being and I've never felt that before. It's made me think a lot. Maybe all Stacys and Chads aren't as evil as I thought they were. I guess only time will tell
The moment I went into the gym I saw this group of stacys, there were five of them there. They were grouped up around a machine working out one by one while the others were on their phones or talking amongst themselves. I decided to get on the treadmill for some warm up and from the beginning I started noticing them staring my way. There was a mirrored wall in front of me and I could see them laughing, pointing fingers and just making fun of me.
I was trying to ignore them and tried to focus on my workout instead, but it really bothered me. I have social anxiety and after a couple of minutes I reached my breaking point. I was on the verge of tears and I could barely keep my composure, I decided to walk away before I burst into tears.
On my way out the girl at the front desk saw me and asked what's wrong. I just ignored her and made my way to the wardrobe. To my surprise she was waiting outside the wardrobe, so after I got changed and made my way out she asked me again and I explained it to her. She apologised profusely for my negative experience and after making sure I was okay she went into the gym and went off on the stacys.
She was yelling at them, telling them to grow up and saying how they're despicable people with no empathy. One of the personal trainers, who was a Chad, heard the commotion and came over to see what it was about. He quickly sided with the girl and scolded the stacys as well. They started lying to the employees saying it didn't happen, but two other Normans who were at the gym backed up my story. The Chad personal trainer escorted them out shortly afterwards.
I honestly didn't expect her, the Chad personal trainer or the Normans to stand up for an ugly ethnic subhuman like me. I was afraid they'd join in on the bullying like everyone else did when I was growing up.The girl from the front desk explained to me that they have a zero tolerance policy on bullying at their gym. She told me the stacys would be banned from the gym going forward, and that she'd notify all the other gyms of their behaviour. I was also given a free membership for three months at the gym with the option to see a personal trainer once a week if I wanted to.
After the whole ordeal I just went home and cried. I cried because this was the first time someone stood up for me. For the first time I felt like someone cared about my well being. I felt like a regular person, a normal human being and I've never felt that before. It's made me think a lot. Maybe all Stacys and Chads aren't as evil as I thought they were. I guess only time will tell
