2025 RESOLUTIONS

I want to be big.

This is weird and embarrassing, but I'm hyping myself up for my bulk.

Might take this down later, but for now, enjoy some fantasy stream of consciousness.

I want to be big.

I want to be so big that my size is my most defining physical feature.

I want people to remark about my size on a regular basis.

I want people I haven't seen in months to exclaim that I've gotten bigger.

I want to be so big that people assume I'm a dumb jock.

That all I think about is muscle.

That my life is only lifting weights.

I want to be so big that I bring out the insecurities of guys around me.

I want to catch people looking at me all the time.

I want to catch them looking disgusted.

I want to catch them looking with envy.

With fascination.

With jealously.

With lust.

I want to be so big that people to try and tease me for it.

Lambaste me as a steroid-abuser.

Call me a loser for spending so much time at the gym.

Call me self-obsessed.

Call me insecure.

Call me overcompensating.

Call me a freak.

I want to be so big that I hear people say "He's too big."

"That's too much."

"I wouldn't want to look like that."

I want to be so big that the normal world becomes too small.

Be too broad to fit through some doorframes, too heavy for some chairs, too thick for most clothes.

I want to be so big that when I look down, I see chest first.

So big that I don’t walk, I lumber.

I want to be so big that I'm always the biggest man in the room.

I want to command attention just by existing, even at the gym.

I want to be so big that I regain that amazing feeling of just taking up more space.

I want to always the biggest man in the room.

I want to command attention just by existing.

I want to be big.