Existential Crisis and Wrestling
Has anyone ever had an existential crisis to the point that the only thing you can find legitimate enjoyment in, outside of basic human functions like love, sex, eating, cleaning oneself etc., is pro wrestling?
i.e. have you ever realised how absurd everything is outside of your basic human needs? From the roads we walk on every day to the cars we drive in.. the books and movies that are just products of some other insane person's imagination and the insanity of the concept of "music", the notion of the universe and how we are all just a speck of dust. The fact that we are products of the universe that has come to comprehend itself. How everything is perfectly bound together in the universe, so we can do what.. act stupid?
Sometimes I feel like wrestling, funnily enough, is the only "real" thing in this world full of craziness, as wacky as that may sound. What I mean is, everything is so absurd, but the fact that wrestling culture is self-aware of its absurdness means it has created a niche that transcends other artistic mediums, imho. Has anyone else felt this way? Or am I just watching too much wrasslin?