Also, when you avoid the gym you avoid having to ask some random guy, probably named Slab, who looks like he sleeps on a cot at the gym to help you not die while lifting. By helping a friend move you’ve got a built-in lifting crew. You spot, you do the spotting. You help pivot a couch up a flight of stairs. It takes teamwork to make the dream work, people.
But it’s also more than that. The bond felt by moving buddies is stronger than mere gym buds. It’s much closer to combat. You’re sweaty, tired, probably in a little pain… why are you doing all this? You must really want to help these people. This is actually the overlap of two effects. First, shared goals make for close friends, and second, doing a favor for someone actually makes you more likely to see them as someone you like. It’s called The Ben Franklin Effect, and not just because everybody likes Ben Franklin. Maybe it’s because of how profound the perceived favor is of helping a friend move, but there’s a deeper mutual appreciation involved. When you’ve made it through that particular jungle together, you’re friends for life. You should get matching tats. (Editor’s note: we will not be held responsible for any matching barb wire arm bands between you and your bros.)
This goes for other people who may be helping in the moving process, too. A lot of us tend to overload our social interactions into one night, and as a result all the new people or frequently seen acquaintances we encounter are in crowded or loud settings. Meeting a new person or getting to know a “Hey I think we’ve met but I can’t recall your name” during a move has the potential to grow into something a lot more meaningful. You’ll recall the names of people you only see intermittently when you’re calling out to each other every few minutes to make sure no one drops the sectional down three flights of stairs.