At some
point in our lives come this moment when we see someone physically better (Male Example, Female Example) and suddenly we feel this urge to go out there, to do
all kinds of those interesting, weird-looking exercises, and when we finally go
out… we notice that there are plenty of people who are better than us, and it
makes us feel uncomfortable, and we feel we should go home. “Pizza doesn’t ask
questions,” because “pizza loves unconditionally.” Or maybe it’s just me, I
don’t know. Maybe most of you don’t have problems like that…
Text is also available in Polish
Text is also available in Polish