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I love talking about the fact that I'm a wrestling fan.
"Watching wrestling with my family, albeit my older brother and my little sister are no longer fans, really made a strong connection among us. I try to make it a point to watch it every Monday because it's with my best friend's younger brother. He's highly autistic and doesn't really get out. It also helped me to talk to my dad. His dad was a fan back in the days of Haystacks Cal- nevermind, you wouldn't know the name anyways."
At this point, the person asks if I know it's fake, and I have one of two things to say about it...
"Yes, I know it's fake. I don't want to watch people really get hurt. I know it happens but I'd rather see a really crappy fake punch than a real one landed. That's why I don't watch boxing or cage fighting. You think I get a kick out of two people seriously trying to hurt each other?"
or, and I did this one last week....
"WHAT!!!!!!! NO WAY!!!!! IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMNIT!!!!!!!" (and walk away)
No, I don't think I'll be getting in the girl's pants, but I really don't want to catch some nasty STD from her anyways.
When it comes to buying merch, I no longer care.
"So, is this action figure for a little brother or something?"
No, it's for me. I'm a fan of the company so I'll buy the merch if I want to, buy the CDs, buy the books, etc. I want to support the company.
In closing, fuck everyone.
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