A few weeks ago as I was leaving the locker room at a local gym, I couldn't help but notice a crowd surrounding a rather large man with long hair. I had seen this guy before, and being an LA native, I couldn't care less. The crowd of men was surrounding this man known as "Fabio."
Growing up in LA, I have become immune to A-list celebrities, so there was no need to pay any attention to this Z-lister, a person who I have seen at the gym numerous times before. Given the fact that Fabio had a little group of half-dressed men surrounding him, I started to wonder if he was really that cool.
Was this the equivalent to that popular, star athlete in high school who can't add 2 and 2, but owns whatever room he's in? Whatever the case may be, I was eager to hear what these grown men were talking about with this long-haired man. The truth is, all I heard were bits and pieces about random travels to South America. Not that this didn't interest me, but I had no intention of becoming part of this conversation.
I go to the gym for a purpose - to maintain my health and feel good - if I wanted to socialize with other half-naked men, I wouldn't choose the gym as my venue of choice. I have an objective to achieve while in the gym, and as I grow older, my time becomes more valuable. Talking with anyone in the gym extraneously as this quorum of men were doing with this good for nothing has been, proved to me yet again how silly this world can be.
Pop culture is cool, seeing a celeb out anywhere is something one can mention, but NOTHING is going to be accomplished by talking to this guy in the locker room when all I can think about is the food I'm about to consume after my healthy workout.
Fabio probably loves the attention, HIS NAME IS FABIO!!!! You can't blame him for capitalizing on the stupidity of American culture, but there is a time and place for everything... and the men's locker room at the gym is not the place to socialize even with the coolest guy there.
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