I've never been big on lifting weights. 
This might be because I have the physique of a prepubescentEthiopian boy. Or it might be because I'm afraid of showing up everybody in thegym. Haven't decided... 
One thing is for certain. Your standard gym/workout centeris teeming with gorillas. By "gorilla," I'm not using a racialepithet (completely). I refer to those people who stand before the mirrors,analyzing every swollen muscle, rotating, kissing their biceps, massaging theirfreakish veins, and generally revering themselves like fuckin god kings orsomethin. A la Jersey Shore.
This is the guy (or mustached girl) who will find the centerof the room, where all eyes will go unavoidably at one point or another. This PotatoHead will churn rep after rep. They'll deadlift and benchpress and slingboulders from their backyard in the Andes. They'll put so much pressure ontheir body, they might just explode (or implode?). 
Listen, I'm all for getting fit and lookin good. I mean, I routinelydo 20+ pushups in a row (without PEDs).But sometimes people seem to be taking it a little too far.
The strangest is those individuals who find it necessary togrunt with every exhale, that you think they're practically breathing down yourneck even when you're across the room. See, for the most part, if I ever getforced into a weight room, I find the cardio machines, or I locate the simpleweight contraptions at the corner of the room where few people can see. 
I mean, what the hell is that other stuff? Medieval torturedevices?? How am I supposed to know how to use those things? Sure, I can readthe directions, but that ain't gonna help me. I'm still gonna do it wrong andend up rippin a dorsal fin. I'd rather set the treadmill to a moderate pace andzone out to CSpan 6.But most of the time, I elect to run outside. Treadmills getme dizzy. And why the hell do I want to get dizzy?
Getting drunk is for afterthe workout.