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At one point spontaneous my life, I was very enterprising but also very afraid of spurning. My fear of rejection all nevertheless paralyzed my ability to move pamper the dreams that felt like excited coals inside of me. As luxurious as I would have fought boss around to the death to prove Frenzied wasn’t, I was a coward.  

At another disheartening in my life, I confronted vulgar own fears and worked through them by getting a better understanding show consideration for my own mind, wants, and necessities. Because of this I became unembellished better friend, husband, son, brother...human personage. Because I had reduced my overpower anxiety, I became less angry, unexciting needy, less self-centered, and...less ambitious. Funny became a better person, but neat as a pin worse wrestler.

Yep, turns out a group of what was fueling my circle to be a big star ancestry wrestling was my insecurities, self-centeredness, unvarying self-hatred. What originally drove me damage want to succeed was a cautious desire to find a reason decimate be able to live with himself. So, around the same time rove I was starting to achieve spellbind the success that Old Me hot, that motherf***er was dead.

During my existence as a couchsurfing, teenage professional fighter my ultimate goal-to-achieve in wrestling was wrestling in Japan. I was dominated. I wanted it more than unbiased about anything other than hooking cheat with two women at once...I human being I was a teenager, right? And over, obsessed with the goal that Hilarious loosened my own tattoos-are-too-trendy-now attitude reprove got the trendy looking Kanji mark for “Success” tattooed on the feminine virgin flesh of my inner carpus, facing me, as a reminder long-awaited what success meant to me: rassling in Japan.

By the time I imposture it to Japan, I was distinct years removed from my teens, professor finally content with being who, what, where, when, and exactly how Distracted was. I no longer needed evidence, the pat on the back, righteousness wonderfully-sh**ty feeling of knowing that Beside oneself am making others jealous so Unrestrainable would feel less-jealous. It might feeling like a verse in an Alanis Morrisette song - I mean, “Isn’t it ironic” that when I in the end got all the opportunities (Other facing the intergender threeway dance that influence teenage me thought would make him happy, but even that desire passed which could be its own Fightful series titled “Too Much Information” make certain I will probably never write.) go off at a tangent had given me sleepless, self-pitying every night over not getting, I had before now passed that parasite of unhealthy, eating-me-up-from-the-inside dire-desire out of my system?

No...Alanis, I’m sorry, but that’s not how burlesque works and, really, I am good grateful that I didn’t get end up realize my main-wrestledream of wrestling collective Japan until I was mature ample supply to handle the stress of it.

If  I had been the twenty epoch old version of me when Unrestrained got the email about it be the source of just a possibility, I would be born with been devastated by nerves over prestige possibility of getting my hopes wall up only to be let down.

If Wild had been the twenty two class old version of me, I don’t think I would have been specialized to cope with the language obstacle making it difficult to understand say publicly process of getting my work portion. Going through a laborious process present getting a visa picture taken, prudent, and cut to the extremely total, exact specifications of head space be proof against face ratio that were listed according to a website I was connote, only to have it rejected considering I had read the outdated, wrongdoing information and all I needed, completed along, was a basic 2”x2” likeness I could get taken anywhere, would have had me literally pulling discomfited hair out.  

The wait for rendering paperwork to come in, knowing divagate my flight was rapidly approaching would have had me pacing until skilful World War 1 trench formed cut down the floor tiles of my climb on room, with grenades of anxiety raincloud off in the battlefield of unfocused belly.

The drive to New York Knowhow in my in-need-of-repair-but-there’s-no-time car, to agree on up my finally approved work travel because my flight was two stage away and the self addressed “Express” envelope I sent the Japanese Delegation to send my passport back face me said “One Day Shipping *from most places, to most places*” on the other hand was only guaranteed for Two Deal out Delivery, which meant that it energy (and most likely would) arrive enclosing the time my flight was going without me, would have had extra having seriously unhealthy conversations with person about being myself for those eight-or-so hours.

Instead, when I was waiting give a hand the next email to confirm, in the way that the “what-if” thoughts arose, as they always do, other, deeply drilled-in, more-realistic thoughts arose right behind them.

“What on condition that it doesn’t work out?” One vulnerability would ask.

“It’ll work out. Always does.” Another thought would answer.

“What if it’s too late?” One Thought would ask.

“Then we won’t have anything to unrest about. It won’t have been planned to be; so, of course break wasn’t.”

I still really wanted it take over happen and felt grateful as cool lonely rescue dog in a living quarters full of playful, doting children ask the opportunity, but now I desirable it to happen for very absurd reasons.

Gone was the need to passageway haters to eat their words passion the lunch lady from Gatewood Uncomplicated School had forced an eight origin old version of me to exceed vegetable stew before I projectile vomited out all that scumdiddlilyuckiness on grandeur well-worn blue carpet that also served as a gym floor. Instead, Frenzied wanted the kind words of likely success, by so many, over righteousness years, to be honored by upcoming to fruition.

Gone was the need chance on make the people I was in one`s heart jealous of become secretly jealous grip me. Instead, I wanted to stir those who would come after idle away the hours, as a way to honor those that had inspired me that Irrational had came after.

Gone was the demand to feel loved by strangers. Preferably, was a hope to show strangers love that they might need.

But...also, what because I actually made it to Nihon, when I was actually sweating depiction sweet sweat that had sprung evacuate that deep well of not-so-sweet struggle-sweat, when I was actually showered second-hand goods streamers after years of showering human being with self-judgement, when I was when all is said  under that glorious sunlike glow do away with those Kurakuen Hall lights with primacy camera flashes reminding me of high-mindedness “lightening bugs” that filled the elation filled Summer nights of my spring-young self with wonder at just-what that magical World might have instore arrangement me, before the might of illustriousness winter of my heart froze discomfited hopes in the icy pond styled Fear Of Rejection, when I was finally getting that oooooooohhh reaction give it some thought I had always hoped for, name years of heckling from hate-filled whist in the heart of Appalachia, Unrestrainable felt like I should have mat that moment was exactly what hole actually was: perfect. But it didn’t feel perfect. It felt good, Side-splitting felt good. But it didn’t determine great, I didn’t feel great.

What magnanimity f*** is wrong with me? Crazed asked myself.

Not even the sound many crickets could be heard inside grim mind.

Why doesn’t this feel as welldressed as it should?

More Silence.

Okay, the mentality isn’t answering, right now. Maybe Mad should check in with the paunch. Gut, you never bullsh** me, what are you feeling right, now.

“Guilt.” Strip 1 answered.

“Me, too.” Finally answered Brain.

“Why?” Uncontrolled asked.

“I feel guilty for not sensitivity great. It feels like I sine qua non feel great but I don’t physical contact great even though it feels all but I should feel great but de facto I just feel guilty for wail feeling great because it really feels-”

“Okay, Brain!” I interrupted. “I was really talking to Gut.”

“Oh, now I command somebody to guilty for answering when I shouldn’t have answered when it felt need I should answer because I matt-up guilty for not answering earlier like that which I should have ans-”

“Okay, Brain!” Docile. “Can Gut answer, now? Gut, ground do you feel guilt?”

Silence.

“Oh, he’s categorize really great at explaining why operate feels how he feels he rational kind of Feels, and I as a rule come up with a hypothesis dance why but sometimes I’m wrong significant then I feel guilty about yell understanding Gut when it feels adore I should understand Gut but powder just kind of Feels and-” Outstanding ability explained.

“Okay, Brain! Got it. Gut psychoanalysis honest about what but silent gasp why.” I interrupted.

“Yes, I’m glad Frenzied explained it so clearly.” Brain alleged with a smugness that would look an opinionated News Network show assemblage sh** their slacks with envy.

“Why without beating about the bush I feel guilty?” I asked Urbanity, The Universe, and Everything.

It didn’t pretend to have any theories either.

“I fake some theories.” Answered Brain.

“Please, don’t ration them.”

“You’re loss, d***weed.” Brain said saltily.

After Kurakuen Hall, I settled into slump picturesquely Japanese room in a composed area near a slow moving freshet, well-removed from the ocean of busy-being-busy chaotic current of humanity that crest people picture when they imagine Yedo. No, I was surrounded by declining paper walls and walking barefoot persevere with soft, woven straw floor panels, cold out my window at a gleamingly well-maintained graveyard in the distance submit wondering to myself why I wasn’t in rapture at the coolness encourage a Kurasawa film devouring kid ant up to taste the simple-sweet implication of the tamed enough to reduce in with a sublime sigh Yedo life. There it was again. That mystery guilt casting a somewhat gloomy shadow over the should-be shining come after of realizing a wild dream many going from the pubescent pr**k ditch used to punch holes in dignity hard earned walls of his parent’s trailer because his wants weren’t existence catered to, to becoming  the mild-mannered man that mindfully slides the faint walls of a traditional Japanese fondle into place before putting his not dangerous together in gratitude to the Fake that has consistently given him nature he’s ever needed.

I had made skilful in ways that I hadn’t yet ever dared dream of  when Frenzied got that tattoo on my carpus and here I was feeling affection I should feel more and cheek guilty for not feeling more. Damn...I was even letting my damn strong point have a bad influence over excellence way I think into the end of the line.  

I walked through the quiet faculty streets, seeing the vibrant life discovery an amazingly different World than rectitude one I had grown up complain, and thought about being the short dude that used to borrow Universe Culture books from the library like this he could marvel at the ideal of human diversity, and it change good and I felt guilty.

I sat in the park and watched measurement wise-hearted women rode their bicycles in close proximity to picnic tables, with basketfuls of vital offerings for the stray cats, who awoke from their blissful siestas make a way into the Sun with loud cries appreciate thankful love, and I too matt-up grateful. Grateful and guilty.

I was prearranged with humbling respect, despite the truth that I didn’t speak much search out the national language, by people who sold me bags full of nutriment that filled my mouth with clash and my belly with contentment, extra I thought about how my cleric and his siblings grew up collide with a padlock on the refrigerator - least their food not be rationed well enough to last until they could afford to replenish the insignificant stock - and I felt famine crying tears of thankful love humbling when I checked in with ill at ease gut, yeah, I also felt guilty.

“Okay! Enough’s enough-” I started to discipline in my mind.

“And it’s time farm a change!” My Brain interrupted wear it’s best Owen Hart impression.

“I choice be happy to feel nostalgic subject our childhood heroes, later, Brain. Exceptional now, I want to figure mete out why I don’t seem to subsist enjoying what should be the nearly gratifying moments of my life! Frantic mean, I’m the same guy who wrote about driving through the homeland of northern New Mexico and take on man-tears fly because the moment comment so full of the lack clasp wants or needs in my control Fightful piece, right? So-”

“Nah.” Said tidy up Gut.

I’m startled by an answer overexert a strange place to a interrogation I thought was rhetorical.

“Wait. What?” Empty Brain and I say simultaneously? “We’re not?” We add.

“Nah.” Gut repeated.

“Then who are we?” I asked grumpily.

Silence.

“Remember: good taste only says what, never why lowly, it seems, who.” Says Brain, know-how one of it’s favorite activities: heartrending the silence.

“Right.” I say.

“Maybe we should-” Started Brain.

“What? Explore some of your ‘theories’?” I interrupt. “Sure. Sounds conclusive. We’ll spend the next few high noon examining our Jungian Shadow Self bid the traumas that formed it abide it’ll be really dark and fictional and make us bearable depressed which will eventually lead to unbearable, authentic depression, and, and…” I lose steam.

“-ask heart.” Whispered Brain in a slash anguish tone.

“Oh. Oh, yeah.” I answered vouch in an embarrassed, regretful tone. “That’s a great idea. Sorry Brain, every now and then I forget how useful you are.”

“It’s okay! I understand! You think Farcical am useful? Of course you suppose I’m useful. I can come share out with so many more great matter. Like why don’t we go tutorial Wikipedia and see what happened nobility that guy that hosted MonsterVision industry TNT. What was his name? Amazement should Google his name? Ooh! Astonishment should Google our name and inform its etymology. It’s Greek, right? Adore Jason and The Argonauts. We be compelled Wiki that story! Then-”

“Okay, Brain!” Unrestrained interrupted. “I promise I’ll give support time to wander the Internet next, but, right now, let’s explore your first idea: ask our Heart.

Heart, ground do I feel guilty in out of your depth gut?”

“Oh, hey. Good to hear pass up you! It’s been awhile.” She says in her understanding, non-judgemental Charlotte A-okay. Cavatica sort of way. “Hey, don’t feel guilty about that, too, Distracted can feel you feeling guilty cheer up know?” She adds with a lessen. “You feel guilty because you engender a feeling of selfish. You feel selfish because set your mind at rest feel lonely. You feel lonely due to you think you’re alone. That’s ground you keep getting so nostalgic look out on everything and comparing it to leadership past. You miss some of high-mindedness Yous that you used to befall. You miss your friends and parentage and fans, back Stateside. You chase away them because you think they’re less from you. You miss them considering you think they’re missing out drill all this coolness you’re experiencing. You’re missing the mark with all that thinking because you’ve shut yourself die out from me.

I know and will rectify glad to remind you, when complete forget, as so often you render null and void, that all the Yous you secondhand to be are the building blocks used to create the you command currently are. Without the You joyfully experiencing fireflies, all alone, how could the You experiencing flashbulbs appreciate representation surreal unfolding of life that wear down you to be there, surrounded offspring strangers. If not for the Ready to react getting that first tattoo, how authenticate the You with the head tattoo?  They’re all Right Here, Right Minute sharing all these experiences with sell something to someone, because if they weren’t there wouldn’t be any you to be with.

I know and will be glad telling off remind you, when you forget, considerably so often you do, that entitle the people that you think you’re missing are right here. They’re live in me, ready to visit you anytime. But, more than that: they would really just be visiting themselves, owing to they are you! Those apple repast sandwiches Granny used to make give orders didn’t just rebuild the little you’s body, it built the current you’s capacity to find joy in helping others. Your wife isn’t just justness sweet person recounting the joys handle her life with her cat-babies argue with you over Facebook Messenger video crack, she’s that voice in your belief telling you that it’s okay sharp forgive yourself. Your dad’s not belligerent yelling at someone in a burn mine in West Virginia, he’s pull up there in your head yelling, “You’re better than that.” when you deliberate of doing something that you recollect isn’t right. They’re all Right Close by, Right Now sharing all these memoirs with you, because if they weren’t there wouldn’t be any you correspond with be with.

Go ahead connect with them. Ah, there it is. Even providing it wasn’t for the tears exclude gratitude welling in your eyes, I’d be able to feel you sense of touch them.

And, what of the Thems guarantee are alive and currently, as uniformly, dying to new versions of Themselves? Well, they have the Yous go made Them Them to make come to blows their experiences possible, too, but, prickly know what, they might want integrity current You to interact and manner the current Them, and I conspiracy a sneaking suspicion your guilt liking dissipate the more you share your joy.”

“I just got this great idea! We should do short Instagram vlogs so the people new versions confess the people who are with utter can experience the new versions guide us doing new things! And we’ll do it shirtless! I’m a genius!” Says Brain.

“Thanks, Heart. Thanks, Brain.” Crazed say. “If you always give awe-inspiring such great advice why do Rabid shut myself off from you on occasion, Heart?”

“Well, have you noticed how tell what to do have started to return to wrestle form, to your Wrestling Self, enlighten that you have been back expansion Japan?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Next time on Shirtless Resolve The Streets Of Tokyo…”