Time Is A Lie, A Flat Circle, A Fictional Construct, Etc.: YOH Edition
I was chatting with one of my dear friends about her kids (for whom I have wholeheartedly accepted the role of Wine Aunt) and was once again reminded that time, as both a fact and a concept, is just a bunch of nonsense.
Me: So your oldest is in 1st grade this year, right?
Friend: ... Sweetie, no. He's in 4th grade. He's turning 10 soon.
Me: *Brain blue screens for a solid minute*
After arguing about whether or not the Covid years should actually count, I was forced to accept my new reality regarding the supposed passage of time.
Incidentally, I had a similar conversation about YOH around the same time (after his return at KOPW in 2024) with my Tag Team Partner.* This happened over a chat:
TTP: YOH’s 36!?
Me: ??? No?!
Me: *Checks one of my many NJPW live event pamphlets*
Me: Oh my God, he is. Born in 1988!
Reader, I thought he was still in his 20s. He’s one year younger than me.
So yeah, screw you time. There's enough weirdness in the world without you messing up my perception of everything. Please give me a break in 2025 and try to be at least a tad realistic? Thanks.
*My Tag Team Partner is my wrestling BFF, with whom I attend pretty much every live event.

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