Sometimes I wanna print a shirt that says HI, I'M NOT MEAN; I'M AUTISTIC AT THE GYM SO PLEASE DON'T TRY TO HELP ME OR GET IN MY PERSONAL SPACE, but very people who keep killing the vibe would stop and spend two minutes staring at my chest to read the shirt and then ask me more questions about it.
This post brought to you by the fact that the post-holiday gym was too full, someone was vacuuming, a guy nearly gave me a heart attack offering to spot me because I had in earbuds because it was too loud (and obvi didn't need a spotter), and then I bruised my hand dodging a careless lifter.