Recently I have tried to become more healthy than I was before. I don’t know if it’s working, but I enjoy spending time at my local YMCA. My mom had to work when I was a kid so I grew up at a YMCA. I’d be there before and after school every day until I was about 9. It felt like prison and I absolutely hated it. For some reason now though, I enjoy reminiscing at these places. I like how dirty the floor is in the locker room. I like brushing my teeth naked with men twice or thrice my age. Somebody stole my airpods out of the locker room a while ago. I tracked them and stood outside of his apartment building for a while. I’m not getting them back, he can have them. I wonder sometimes though, which of the nude men in the locker room he is.