Misfits, Outcasts Wanted
When you’re the weird kid your whole life, being alone isn’t just a default state, its a form of survival.
For reasons beyond my comprehension, I’ve always been the target of someone’s hate. Whether it was my oldest brother beating the shit out of me every day for 16 years, or people I thought were loyal friends turning on me because of a falling out with a more charismatic narcissist, also threatening to gang up on me. Nothing brings a greater sense of clarity and sense of purpose then having to survive on your own. When you’ve got no one in the world, it truly feels like the whole fuckin' thing is against you.
“No man is an island”
A phrase that’s always haunted me, when relationships and friendships have failed, and I couldn’t find my place even among online communities. ‘Whatever, fuck them, I don’t need ANYBODY!’ -A set of thoughts that would often follow pondering that phrase. It’s easy to feel rebellious when you feel like you’re on the outside of literally everything. But there’s a loneliness in that, and I know as well as anyone, its dangerous. I did a short stint in art school and I learned about the concept of “The Tribe” -a group of people that feels like home to you, people that share your ideas and values, who challenge and push you to be more than what you are. A place you belong to. I’ve always been a loner. I always had trouble fitting into group dynamics. Maybe it was the way my mind worked differently than others that set me apart? I don’t really know, but the concept felt so foreign to me.
I didn’t think I would ever find such a thing, I tried to find partners in crime with art, business, acts of creation, but it never stuck.
Not until I made friends with the various and wonderful people on Threads. Say what you will about that place as a platform, it's deserved for sure, but without what it was in those early days, I would not have found friends that were so like-minded about wrestling. There was such an emphasis on positivity, on not behaving like people on Twitter, which is usually the worst kind of behavior imaginable.
But we were able to come together, to share opinions, celebration, joy and reverence for the thing we love - Pro Wrestling.
It's such a beautiful thought - people not arguing, but having legit conversations, even spirited disagreements, that don’t end in name calling and people being blocked. So many of us have connected, it's like one big Kliq. But as the name grew out of Tony Khan’s tweet, “I book wrestling for the Sickos” so did this idea that has, for better or worse, maybe even forever, bound me to this group of people, the ones we call Sickos. People of different ages, backgrounds, walks of life, countries, who love all the different kinds and the full spectrum that IS pro wrestling.
We’ve become like a real live Community. More than that, like a family.
We support each other, something I’ve legit never experienced, and something I’ve never gotten from a community as a whole-acceptance. We care about one another, we’re there for each other, we lift one another up. And we keep it real with each other. We don’t live in an echo chamber, we’re not part of a cult…yet lol. We keep talking and sharing our unique perspectives, we empathize, we sympathize, we learn and we grow. In a world that’s about to get ten times shittier, we’ve created this refuge, this safe haven, where we can be ourselves, unapologetically. It’s a place we can share our love for wrestling, music, art and each other. A place where we can laugh together, cry together, grow together. This thing…this thing I barely gave a name to, this thing the four of us wanted to create, and DID!
This thing that has grown beyond its core members to be not just a place, but a group of people. It's our home, it's who we are, 4-Lyfe. WE ARE SICKOS CLUB, AND SO ARE YOU! Now…LETS FUCK SHIT UP!
-GHOST
**Position is a lifelong appointment. No pay. Zero days off.
