Bodybuilding has, for many years now, seen a great increase in its number of competitors, along with a concomitant surge of competitions, the vast majority of which are nothing more than cash cows that attract some top people, but, more importantly, enough of a critical mass of ordinary and sub-ordinary “talent” to be worth the trouble of producing.
Some of these sub-/ordinarians compete for pure reasons, they love the activity required for competition, it’s fun, it offers routine, a goal, perhaps even fitness, and remain humble by knowing their true place in the bodybuilding hierarchy. Others, however, are mentally fucked up by deeply buried insecurities that work to catabolize their anemic souls, with the inverse result that delusions anabolize their now, out-of-touch, bigger heads.
However, the reality principle works to mitigate the pleasures of pure fantasy. Yes, they will hear, you won a trophy; yes, you have photos of posing and receiving an award; but, inevitably being forced to confront a blow to their figments, they will also hear, you don’t look even remotely close to a REAL champion.
Ouchies.
Well, they will say in return, smarting from the prickling truth, we are just as big, or just as cut, or just as tall, as some of these champions were on stage.
As if it matters.
But then, it does matter, obviously, to sub-/ordinarians.
