Every day I wake up and shudder at the sight of myself. I feel ashamed and dirty. Not even the scalding heat of my shower can cleanse me. I can only speak in simplistic chants and slogans which forever relegates me to working in sales, marketing, PR or call centers. My interactions with other human beings are extremely limited. I am a stain upon this earth but every Monday night, or Wednesday if I am a particular breed of scum, I feel alive. Every month I congregate in a dim, damp school hall to watch men break themselves for nothing and ogle women whom I both worship and abhor equally.
I am a wrestling fan.