Misery, Love, Company

Those that look miserable usually are.  You know people walking around in disarray with that look that says "I'm constipated" gnarled across their face?  It's because they're full of shit.
These same people flake through their day and, want flakiness from you as well, to validate the excuse of a life they live.
Where is all the self-love?  Where is the want of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?  The constant drive internal that rejects your current place/situation/social status/income-level/educational-merits that say you are "this" not/won't/can't/will-never-be "that".
Where are the throngs whose priorities stem from the deep place inside that says "I'm not a piece of shit.  I deserve the best.  Let's get to work.  Rinse, lather, repeat."?

Thank god for the gym.  We are lucky to have other people singularly focused on fitness for a purpose and who will support you as they have been supported.  Lucky again as this CrossFit movement spans the globe and we will always be at home at any affiliate.
If you're an outsider and don't accept what the miserable consider a life and, if you reject being labeled by social norms, you might be looking for some good company.