I was an excessively corpulent teenager until age 18, when a series of dental issues made it painful for me to eat. I became weak and thin. As I regained my ability to eat, I decided that I really wasn't happy with myself in either shape...not that appearance is the gateway to happiness, or anything. I joined a gym that was owned by two homosexuals who used it as a front to deal cocaine. The atmosphere was very positive there (though, sometimes one had to pretend not to notice the men sodomizing each other in the showers) - I became addicted to it. When the owners skipped town with everyone's money - I had to find a new gym. I found that every gym I've gone to since, has had that same positive atmosphere that I was so addicted to...without any of the unpleasant extra's!

It's a simulacrum of life in general; isn't it?