So it’s been a while. But I’ve got a gimmick to live up to. I literally can’t blog.
I’m not sure why I’m writing this, or if I’ll even tell anyone this is here, but the six weeks of 2017 have been some of the strangest of my entire life. With what’s going on in the world, where my tastes lie and whats actually been happening to me personally, 2017 is shaping up to be… well, an odd 30th year.
I’m writing this from work waiting for a show to start. I’m now a full year into my first “full time” grown-up job. That’s actually been one of the better constants I’ve got going. Sure, occasionally it will have some stress or a busy day, but for the most part, it affords me the opportunity (in time) to write stuff like this, or catch up on TV, or just zone out on Reddit. It also affords me (in money) the ability to move to a bigger place, spend money on dumb shit like virtual packs of cards or Lego. I could see myself here for the next few years pretty easily. So I’ve got this going for me, which is nice.
Ugh… I’ll try to avoid memes the rest of the way.
But while I don’t have the work stress that say, my lovely wife does… it doesn’t mean I’m without stresses. Mostly those stresses are in things that don’t matter, like producing my wife and sisters’ wrestling podcast (and the pending expansion of that podcast and all the unknown challenges that the opportunity presents), balancing my time at home between my wife and my friends, and trying to be happy to be out doing stuff when I’d much rather be at home 2 hours into a session of Overwatch or 3 episodes deep into a run of Parks and Recreation.
What stresses me out most, though, is where we are as a country and a people. I can’t say there have been many things that have come out of Donald Trump’s mouth that I agree with since he started his campaign in 2015, but even when you don’t agree with the President, you can at least mostly ignore what they are doing because it doesn’t truly effect your day-to-day life 99% of the time. Unfortunately, when your president is hoping to set back society as a whole back 60 years to a time where you could oppress those less fortunate than yourself and businesses could do harm to their customers with little regard for anything but the bottom line. Oh, and apparently racism is cool again now?
Honestly, as a middle-class white guy, if anything, a Trump presidency would only benefit me personally. He might lower taxes for those of us above the poverty line… and I’m of no threat to be deported, harassed or otherwise have my life impacted. Unfortunately, I don’t really care about any of that if those around me are being deported, harassed and having their lives ruined by a simple stroke of a pen (or ego). What’s happened in the last three weeks has not only been historically significant (which as a US President aficionado has been really interesting to see), but also incredibly depressing. Until the Muslim travel ban (which I could write another 500 words on how completely pointless that is), at least the worst things weren’t coming from the white house, but the staggering 50% of the country who wanted this shit to happen. Muslims, Blacks, Gays and all others being harassed by a shitty, petty and sad group of people who now feel empowered by “one of theirs” being elected president.
I miss the days where the worst things a president did was sleep with an intern or two.
Really what sets this era apart from any other is how vocal both sides are, and the pure disdain they show for each other. We are all still people. Please treat each other that way, even if you disagree with what they stand for. Also, shut the fuck up about your politics for 10 god damn minutes. I live a dual life on Twitter, and even on my mostly-wrestling Twitter account, it’s all that ever pops up on my timeline. Part of me wants to see it. I want to be informed. I want to know whats happening. I want to know what I can do to change things. But I also don’t need to see C-List Celebrity #3 tell me how Trump is an idiot for the third time that day, or how we shouldn’t be so hard on DeVos. I’m not sure what I want, but I don’t like where things are now.
The way I want to consume media (or entertainment, or whatever buzzword you want to use) is rapidly changing as I near my 30th birthday. Part of that is the way media is presented. I can get more out of a 12 minute YouTube video where two bozos try and predict the next WWE PPV, or watching an insane Canadian play FIFA 17 on Twitch for a couple hours, than I do sitting down to watch the newest episode of whatever television is trying to tell me is good these days. I get it. Mr. Robot is probably phenomenal. I should probably go see Rogue One or John Wick 2. But honestly, I just don’t care.
I don’t care about movies at all anymore. I saw exactly one movie in theaters in 2016. Disney’s Moana. It was adorable. I don’t feel like my life is missing anything by not having seen Deadpool or La La Land or Rogue One. I’m sure if I actually forced myself to sit down and watch any of these things, I’d enjoy them, but I don’t ever WANT to. I don’t know what that is. I know it’s my weird brain, but I just don’t care.
Television is a little different. I’m much more likely to get drawn into a series that either gives me hours upon hours of enjoyment, even on repeat viewings (like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia or Bob’s Burgers), or losing myself in a fantasy world that keeps me enthralled and guessing week after week (like Westworld). But I’m still unlikely to pick up something like Mr. Robot or Breaking Bad (in the case of BB, picking it back up. I’ve seen the first season and a half. It’s great, but I’m just not looking for that, I guess), or something with heavier tones. I made an exception for a while on The Walking Dead, but aside from a charming new villain, that show hasn’t done anything for about three seasons. I just don’t need the true-to-life depression, violence or eerily similar themes of oppression and greed.
No, what I need is junk food for my brain in the form of Professional Wrestling. I don’t care how I get it. New or old, foreign or domestic, good or bad. I’m really feeling wrestling right now. Even more so than when I was 3 and adored Hulk Hogan, and way more so than when I was 12 and adored Stone Cold Steve Austin. I want to consume as much wrestling as I can. I want wrestling opinions from everyone. I want to talk to people about what I think is going to happen and what I want to happen. It’s like pro sports without the stress. I still watch and follow pro sports (and I’m beyond excited to lose myself in 3-4 three hour baseball games a week again), but when your favorite wrestler loses, it doesn’t devastate you quite as hard as when the Ducks lose at home in Game 7 again, or the Angels best pitcher goes down for the season and you can kiss the playoffs goodbye. You know that the story needed him or her to lose, and they will get back on the horse next week and beat up some jobber.
That’s kinda where I’m at in 2017. Video games are still a huge part of my free time, but going over all that would take another entry all together (which if new games still disappoint me to the extent that 2017’s offerings have, I might have to). My only other constant (besides my job, weirdly) is my wonderful wife. I know things have been hard for her at work recently, and she puts up with a lot of my awful hobbies, usually at the same time, but I’d be nowhere without her… except maybe under a freeway, living in a box.
I’m 30 years old and my idea of a good day is really simple. Some combination of Lego, Wrestling, Video Games and Netflix, all with my wife by my side and a bacon cheeseburger (or a Naked Chicken Chalupa) in my belly. Ideally, I’d be out there, marching against the bullshit happening to our country, but I don’t know what I’d want to say. I’d want to come from a place where the “other side” (you know, more human beings) understands me and where I’m coming from…but I don’t know if that place exists. Maybe we’ve let politics, corporations and all the other powers that be separate us so much, it’s impossible for us to come back together on anything anymore. I don’t feel like I need to change peoples minds anymore, that was 20-year-old Josh. 30-year-old Josh just wants everyone to understand where everyone else is coming from and respect each others ideals. Unless those ideals are legitimate racism, sexism or hated of other people. In which case, I hear Argentina is lovely this time of year.