Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-07-15 15:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, katherine lokadóttir, ~ernest hemingway |
Who? Hemingway & Open
Where? The gym
When? Friday, late afternoon
What? Manliness
Rating? There's a sweaty Clive Owen lookalike, so... that should be a warning in itself.
Open? Yep!
Ernest was grateful that Dr Cuddy had referred him on for continued treatment during her maternity leave. The absolute irony of another woman rejecting him at his lowest wouldn't have been lost on him as a Freudian nightmare. And Mr Wilson did seem like the kind of man he might be comfortable around. It was a good thing. He had to keep telling himself that it was a positive.
But that feeling of bring completely emasculated any time he spoke about Milan outside of the beautifully therapeutic world of fiction was not going to go away just because one guy seemed to understand. And so as not to bring his nastier moods home too often, Hemingway opted for one of his healthier coping mechanisms and headed to the gym instead of straight home. He could get out the frustration and go back to his family much lighter and ready to have a more relaxed evening.
In a vest and shorts, gloved up and a little sticky with sweat, he was now taking it out on a punching bag rather than a real boxing partner. Every self-depreciating thought that popped into his head was destroyed with a heavy hit, the sound of each strike echoing through the gym.