Um, I don’t even understand football. Like, at all. Well, I understand it more than I understand baseball. Which is just like watching the plutonic form of CONFUSION before me. The problem is that football doesn’t make logical sense to me like basketball and soccer. There are all these little side rules and things. Plus, basketball and soccer players tend to be the hottest, and that goes a long way, as they are also the ones that spend the most time running around. Additionally, I find their uniforms the most adorable. I know I sound like a major girl, and that is ‘cause I totes am! hehehe....xxx muah <3
Right now I can’t even tell you what I was absorbed by. I can’t remember. But at the time I was into it. I cared. About something related to how a play went. To me this means that I understood it (“it” being “football in general") in the moment and formed an opinion about what I thought should happen. Not that I literally understood football as a whole, not possible, I guarantee you, BUT, I did understand the play and I did have some sort of primal care, or an understanding of why I should care. A psychic understanding, if ye will.
We’re all hard-wired to care, make decisions, form opinions, and they happen whether we’re there mentally for them or not. Why? I know as much about that as I do about baseball. What do we ignore, what do we tell ourselves to dismiss and worry about later? What do we actually know that we won’t even let ourselves admit? What happens when you turn off the chatter, sit down, and actually experience what you feel and believe? What you actually know? It’s amazing to realize that we are capable of going on, existing, functioning, without trying too hard. Maybe I should watch more football.....
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