A potentially controversial post.
I don’t care about The World Cup. I mean, I really, really, really don’t care. I also don’t care about football. Or basketball. Or baseball. Or frisbee (actually, that sounds sort of “underdog” so it could be interesting.) Basically, I do not care about popular organized sports AT ALL.
I DO care about people. And I care about physical activity. I care about staying healthy and I care about loving your body. But professional sports bore me to tears. I don’t care about the competition, I don’t care about the players who are paid way too much, treated like Gods (WHY???) and have outsized egos to match.
I felt cut off from my own physicality for far too long because competition and traditional team based sports just didn’t resonate with my psyche. As it turns out, I love dance. I love ballet. I love jogging (short distances). I love yoga and hiking and beach walks and bike rides. I love hula hooping and headstands in the park.
The kinds of physical activities that we do when we DON’T want to compete are often (almost always?) seen as “less than” in this world of hyper competitive testosterone infused professional sports. Perhaps it’s a tribal thing, to cheer like rabid dogs for people we don’t know doing things we can’t do. But I think it’s sad that mainstream media and society in general feel that the only physical activities worth covering or worth cheering for are those in which SOMEONE WINS and SOMEONE ELSE LOSES.
That’s not the world I live in anymore, and it doesn’t have to be the world anyone else lives in either.
Just a thought.
Yes, just a thought to show what an evolved dipshit that she is and how she thinks she is better and smarter than everyone else.