Pro-Wrestling On My Mind

I am not a fan of this whole getting older thing, for me or for anyone else I know. Mainly because I am not fond of change, and, the more time passes, the more things change that you can't control. This realization is taking its toll on me in many ways. A major instance is, though I'm not sure when it started, a question has been echoing in the back of my mind for many years: "How many more times?" I heard it this past summer when I was home in the States. When I visit home, it's the whole three things are inevitable saying: Death, taxes, and I make the trip from where my family lives now to where we used to live so I can visit my best friends and my aunt. It's been that way for 20+ years now. But for the past couple of visits, that voice has been there constantly when I am at home, particularly when I am visiting people. "How many more times will I see you?" and "How many more times will I make this drive?" pokes and pries at my consciousn...

An allegedy 36 year old man (if you're one of those sheeple who believes time is real). Photo from Super Junior Tag League at Korakuen Hall on 10/27/2024, by me. 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,...