I'm just a fucking mark
Today started with a revelation.
As I grow more and more comfortable simply being single I have to confront an odd sense of voyeurism. At the end of the day we all want an audience for our mundane... But we can be our own biggest fan. A mark for my own passions.
Today ended with a compliment I'll never forget.
I drove a personal idol from the airport to their hotel. "If I closed my eyes right now it's like I'm in the car with her, same speech pattern, same outlook." The "Her" in question is the woman I can cite precisely as the reason I ever even felt like I could attempt professional wrestling...
When you find what your meant for, the things that motivate you will always find their way. I hope that all facets of my life will find even a sliver of the same predestination...
I've built this all myself, I could never afford to stop now.