Christian Borle sits alone at home during a peaceful night in. He is happy with his work but after a long week, decides that he needs a quiet evening with a book. He grabs the corner of the page, eager to read on. He moves to turn it but–not remembering his true stregth–rips the paper in half and pulls apart the spine with it. The pages fall to the floor. He is left with just the empty shell. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he slowly turns his head to look at a bicep.
He is too strong. His arms are too big.
He picks up his phone to cancel his gym membership. The screen cracks as soon as he starts dialing. He’s sobbing now.
His arms are just too big.