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I take it that you did read my previous posts, but didn't get my point. Exercising is not my thing, let alone an option. I could go walking outside to feel the grisp loving of mother nature while she showers me with her - 25 C breezes, but that would propably just bring me down. And as money plays a significant role in my activities, paying for someone to let me do something I don't want to do in the indoors doesn't sound a good idea either. Exercise might help people, like my friend, but it isn't a magical mystery tour to sanity. If that was the case, then everyone would be as fit and happy as could be.
You call it being cynical and without hope, I call it being realistic. Life sucks and some people just don't see that as a positive chance to find inner peace or a connection with cosmos. I do consider humankind as a pestilence that should be put down, but so what? Everyone has their own opinions about things and all I can do is share my point of view. I've never claimed that I would be able to speak absolute truths about anything, but I think it's safe to assume that I have some good points in my otherwise long-winged yapperings. Your writing seems to indicate that exercise is a cure for all sorts of ailments as when I've tried to stress that it might help occasionally, but not always or on anything [or then I misread the content for which I would apologize]. To me the world is a place that could be heaven for everyone, but has ended being hell for most of us and the only people we can accuse is ourselves. Therefore human race is evil. This planet is a den of stinking evil, we really could use some butt-kicking for goodness.
Ah, my problems. I do know what my problems are, the problem of these problems is that they can't be fixed. I can not have a fresh body for myself. Over all, my body is like a failed experiement. It could get worse only by complete paralyzation and aids with cancer. This prison of mine can not be fixed. I haven't seen sanity on sale anywhere and the only place I've seen intelligence bottled was in Angband. Well, I'm not a retard, but I sure ain't the smartest peanut in the turd either. I simply do not understand math, physics or grammar. All they do is look like gibberish. It's like trying to figure out what squirrels think. And because I never understood how these subjects work, I never got far enough in school to get a proper job. Not that it would matter when things are like they are now, but still.