am I really this bad?” I fell in love with wrestling because it was up to me to fail or succeed. It turned out that losing stuck around a little longer. It also turned out that the sting of losing was disproportionate to the thrill of winning. You savor a win for as long as you need to. You dwell on losses forever. I can’t say it was a humbling experience, exactly. It was depressing is what it was. The recurring idea that you’re not as good as you think, with the overruling (and unwelcome) idea that you’re not good at all, well...it was a lot to process.
