Why Do I Have to Fit In?

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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 isnโ€™t 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—œ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€

๐—œ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜€

๐—œ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—œ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜€

๐—œ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ

Truth is, I donโ€™t.

And donโ€™t get me wrong, thereโ€™s nothing wrong with getting hyped up about sports, or being a fan, Iโ€™m just not one.

But I continued to pretend any way.

It all too often seemedโ€ฆ

๐—œโ€™๐—บ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ

๐—œโ€™๐—บ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ

๐—œโ€™๐—บ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜€, ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜

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.

๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜

๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜

๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด.

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 thingsโ€ฆ

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜

๐—œ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ

๐—œ๐—ป ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜, ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ป ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ปโ€™๐˜.

Notably, Iโ€™m speaking of โ€œsportsโ€ 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.

Itโ€™s about recognizing that we often will build a persona (AKA a MASK) around a popular topic, activity, or belief, if it..

๐—›๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฝ

๐—›๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด

๐—›๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ

Because the opposite of those feelings are those that fear being rejected, casted out, or alone. Thatโ€™s 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 doesnโ€™t give two sh**s about sports either.

These days, I often find myself asking, โ€œdo I really want to spend my time doing this?โ€

And if I donโ€™t, and itโ€™s not a must, I wonโ€™t.

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