I am expanding this blog to encompass other issues of self-improvement besides just the exercise aspect. There’s no one reading it anyway, so I can say what I want. Haha.
So last night, I went to see two bands from Texas. Nothing I had ever heard of, but it was a cheap opportunity to go see some live country music, something I have not done in a long time (and certainly not since moving to Colorado, unless you count that guy at Pahgre’s Italian Restaurant who sang some country songs with his amps turned to 11). Anyway, the bands were a lot of fun. They played about 2.5 hours between them and then got on stage and just goofed around playing old country songs by Merle Haggard, George Jones, etc. I had a great time. But something occurred to me, and I thought I might raise the question here because it ties into the whole quality of life issue that goes along with being “reborn”.
When did I stop being able to enjoy things for themselves? All last night, even while I was tapping my toes and bobbing my head, I found myself analyzing the music. Was the guitar player rock or country? Did the girl sound like Emmylou Harris or Mary Chapin-Carpenter? Was this roadhouse blues or country boogie or gospel-influenced rock or honkey-tonk or neo-traditional? And so on and on. I had to break it down in my head as if I were writing a review, which was distracting.
I blame Rasslin. Yup, what you don’t know is that grown up fans of pro wrestling take it very very seriously. They analyze every move and play it out against the rest of the show and the quality of the worker and the history of the promotion and whether they like Vinnie Mac and so forth. And when I rather inexplicably became a fan in 2006, it wasn’t long before I discovered the thriving IWC (“Internet Wrestling Community”) and learned to take this stuff deadly seriously. And now, I treat everything that way. Movies. Music. Whatever. It’s not a bad thing, as such. But it can be a distraction and can even cause burnout towards the thing you love so much.
I need to unlearn what I have learned and sometimes just sit back and have a good time. Maybe it means less time on internet forums and blogs. (hehe – ironic that I am writing this on a blog) I don’t know. I am just kicking the idea around — which of course means I am analyzing it. Dang it. . .
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