I’m just gonna say it. The whole thing with, like, the old folks at the gym. It gets me, man. Not in a bad way, not really. But it makes you think about, well, everything. I’ve been going to that place for years. Since the kids were little and I needed to get out of the house. And it used to be, you know, a mix. All ages. Now it’s mostly these young folks, all buffed out, headphones on, doing their thing. And me. And a few others. And I saw this guy the other day. Older, you know, really old. Like, 70-ish maybe? And he was trying to use the squat rack. Or one of those machines. And he kept sorta looking at the younger guys, trying to catch someone’s eye. Like he wanted to share. Or just be seen, you know? And they just… ignored him. Totally blanked him. And I just stood there, on the treadmill, watching. And my stomach just twisted up. It’s funny because I just spent… years. YEARS. Taking care of my mom. She just passed, like, a few months ago. And it was a lot. A LOT. More than I ever thought it would be. All those little things you don’t think about until you’re doing them. And then suddenly she was gone. And part of me was just… empty. Like, what do I do now with all that… space? And the other part was just relief. Like a dam breaking. And then you feel guilty for the relief, because that’s your MOM. But you’re just so tired. And then you see this old guy, just wanting to share a piece of equipment, wanting to be part of the world still, and nobody even sees him. And I thought, is that going to be me? Is that what happens? You just fade out, even when you’re right there in the room? I just keep thinking about it. And I don’t know why it hit me so hard. Maybe it’s because of Mom. Or maybe it’s just… a human thing. We think we’re so connected now, with all the internet and everything. But really, we’re just getting more isolated. And these young kids, they don’t even realize it. They’re just in their own little bubbles, muscles and music. And the old guy, he’s just… invisible. And it made me feel really… small. And confused about what it all means, you know? What’s the point if we just end up alone, trying to get someone to see us? It just… it messes with my head.