My First Blog Entry.
Hello there, good afternoon.
My name is Anthony Musumeci. I'm 27 years old. On the weekdays, I work at a car dealership. You know those annoying phone calls you get after looking at cars on the internet? Yup, that's me. And don't worry, I hate it too.
On the weekends however, I'm an "independent professional wrestler". Because you most likely have absolutely no fucking clue what that is, I'll explain. You know Hulk Hogan? The Rock? Stone Cold Steve Austin? Yes, the WWF as it was known during it's arguable peak in terms of pop culture crossover. So basically, the WWF (now known as the WWE) is considered the big leagues. There are quite a few "big league" companies, but the WWE is considered king here in the states. I'm in the minor leagues. Like baseball, just with a lot less money.
Like me, you're probably stuck at home during the COVID-19 pandemic. I've decided to start a blog as a way of having a creative outlet. I've always been a creative person, in the sense that I was a bare minimum student in High School and spent most of my time doodling, writing, and creating whatever I could (thank you, Lego company). But let's be real here, I was always fairly average at these things at best. As a matter of fact, I was always fairly average at most things.
Anyways, as I've spent this time away from my job (I was laid off late March due to the pandemic), I've rediscovered my love for time. Free time. The kind of time where you wake up in the morning and think to yourself, "What do I WANT to do today?" instead of "SHIT I'M GOING TO BE LATE TO WORK. AGAIN." Most of the older people around me cannot wait to get back to work. This is what I call, a generational gap.
In the last few years of my life, probably starting around 24, I've referred to this era as the "transitional years". And I define that as a time where I have no fucking clue what to do. Which is cool, I've never had a clue. But this time, It feels different. It's intense. It's daunting. And for the first time in my entire life, I actually fully grasp what "stress" is.
I spent so many years in my late teens and early 20's thinking to myself, "I have nothing to worry about, I'll have an idea at (insert age here)". And I repeatedly pushed that deadline until now. I don't have an idea. I just know that as of right now, it appears I will be selling cars for the rest of my life while pursuing a wrestling career until I'm 50. "The band is gonna make it, babe".
That's enough about me, for now. I'm not trying to use this space to vent about my personal life. It is what it is. I most definitely do not have it all that bad. I have a partner who I love with my entire being. You have to be some kind of lucky to have that.
So, I'll probably look back on this first post with cringe, and that's okay. Looking at old posts on social media and wanting to punch myself in the face is nothing new. Truthfully, I hope to look back on this post and be in a better spot then. And I'm confident I will be...
I'm a jaded, coming-of-age millennial professional wrestling car salesman who plays an unhealthy amount of video games, lifts a ton of weights, and wants to pursue a career in freelance copywriting. These are some of the things that I will be writing about, and collectively they couldn't be more unrelated.