…wrestling drags me back in. I’ve been living a largely wrestling-free life for quite a few months now (I wrote ‘Pro Wrestling and the Tragedy of Falling Out of Love’ back in January), but I dunno…I think I’m starting to catch the bug again.
I watched Wrestlemania 31 without having seen any of the TV building up to it, not knowing really why anyone was fighting, or, for once, who was going to win. And it was fun, so much fun, to just sit there and watch a wrestling show without feeling the need to armchair book or micro analyse everything. Just enjoy the show – what a novel idea!
I still don’t have the time or inclination to keep up with weekly WWE TV, but I’ve seen a bit of NXT, a bit of Smackdown…and tellingly of all…I’ve had a gander at the internet, to see what the peeps are saying about Mania and wrestling in general. I’ve watched a couple of reported best matches of the year on Youtube. And I’m now sitting here with the Great American Bash 2007 (great show) on in the background while I type. Shit is starting to get very real once again. Wrestling has to be one of the most addictive properties on on earth.
Maybe I’m being naive, but I am an adult. Surely I am capable of experiencing wrestling in moderation? I am so not going to go back to the days of my youth, when wrestling took up far too much of my day. I have a job, I have responsibilities, and I have this blog and all of the new activities that come with writing it. I don’t have time to be obsessed with wrestling anymore.
But I like wrestling. I want to be able to watch wrestling when I feel like it. I may even want to write about it again. I’ve been catching up on the PWO Greatest Wrestler Ever project, and reading the discussion has made me miss it and wish I was still participating. Mainly because making lists is literally one of my greatest joys in life, and this is the most comprehensive list-making exercise that I’ve ever seen in nerdy wrestling fandom. I don’t want to miss out on it just because I’ve chosen this particular moment to get over wrestling. But participating involves devoting far more time to wrestling than I am willing to at this point. So…hmm.
Wrestling just sucks you in man. There’s really nothing like it in terms of entertainment. Nothing else that can give me the same feeling when I watch it…or when I talk about it, or write about it, or argue about it. It’s irresistible.