05 June 2008
I have decided to start writing a journal, for the first time since high school. I came across my old journal while searching for some blueprint drafts in the old bookshelf upstairs. Those were the days, where my greatest problems were who to take to the upcoming dance and which colleges to apply for. Too much has changed since my teenage years. 27 years of age and still single, working for an almost bankrupt architectural firm, living alone in the East Bay of San Francisco, California. The Golden State. I guess the only thing which hasn't changed is my passion for wrestling.
I've been quite busy with work for the last few weeks, which means I need to catch up with the latest storylines and fixtures. Wrestling has always been more than just entertainment for me; wrestling tells a story: the tenacity of the wrestlers, the technicality of the moves, the psychology behind every gesture, everything. I remember when my dream once was to become a professional wrestler, slamming teddy bears on the mattress and pinning them down for the three count. But dad was quite against that, being a pastor and all, the peacemaker of the family. To be honest, I miss him a lot sometimes. But I'll be seeing him again in Heaven when I get there.
I think I'm doing quite well these days: I'm attending church every Sunday, paying my tithe, saying my prayers, helping the elderly, stopping at the red lights. I'm trying to be as good a man as I can. Maybe this will mean the big man upstairs gives me some kind of blessing. I've done enough to deserve it.