Since watching Raw and Impact tonight, I've fallen into a pseudo-depression where I'm left wondering why I spend my time on this type of frivolity.
I then popped in Breath of Fire III into my PS2 for some reason and realized the game looked ancient and moved at a snail's pace.
Fuck. I should just spend time focusing on my wife n daughter n trying to do some writing or something creative in my off time.
This little dip back into the TNA and WWE pool has been an important reminder that anything more than 2-3 hours of wrestling a week is simply not sustainable over a long period of time.
After the last Impact on Spike next week, I think I'll exclusively stick to Lucha Underground, ROH, and the occasional good stuff I read about online or in this community.
So much of wrestling is just garbage entertainment. Dammit.