Back in January, I was invited to a Super Bowl party, by a long time friend of mine.
I accepted the invite, as it was the last chance to see him before leaving Austin.
And growing up, I played baseball for many years, ran track and enjoyed playing football in a small field, in my home town.
However, somewhere along the way, I lost interest.
Mostly, I lost interest in watching sports.
Seeing as how so many people I know are huge sports fans, I know my lack of interest isnโt necessarily popular.
But I digress.
For many years, even after I knew that the interest in the games I enjoyed playing in my youth were gone, I still kept up a faรงade.
๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ด๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ๐
๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฏ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฎ๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑโ๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐๐๐ฒ๐
๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ๐
๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ
Truth is, I donโt.
And donโt get me wrong, thereโs nothing wrong with getting hyped up about sports, or being a fan, Iโm just not one.
But I continued to pretend any way.
It all too often seemedโฆ
๐โ๐บ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ
๐โ๐บ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐น๐ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ
๐โ๐บ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐, ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐
And if not, what else are we going to do or talk about?
And if not, what the hell is wrong with me?
For years, I kept up the faรงade of interest in an effort to fit in.
๐ง๐ผ ๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐
๐ง๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐
๐ง๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด.
However, along the way, the faรงade just kind of disappeared. I stopped pretending to keep up with the latest games, trades, MVPs and so on.
When this shift occurred, I noticed a few thingsโฆ
๐ง๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐
๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ผ
๐๐ป ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐, ๐ถ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐บ๐ป ๐ด๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ธ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ปโ๐.
Notably, Iโm speaking of โsportsโ as a personal example in my life where I tried hard to fit in, to belong for many years, but this post, in essence is not about sports.
Itโs about recognizing that we often will build a persona (AKA a MASK) around a popular topic, activity, or belief, if it..
๐๐ฒ๐น๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฝ
๐๐ฒ๐น๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด
๐๐ฒ๐น๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ
Because the opposite of those feelings are those that fear being rejected, casted out, or alone. Thatโs our brain hard at work trying to keep us connected to the group.
Regardless of my lack of interest in sports, I was appreciative to see a friend again before leaving, especially knowing that he doesnโt give two sh**s about sports either.
These days, I often find myself asking, โdo I really want to spend my time doing this?โ
And if I donโt, and itโs not a must, I wonโt.