No Sell

I write about pro wrestling a lot more than I ever thought I would here.

It's not because I watch it.

The last time I did was years ago.

But I grew up with it.

It was a childhood love as deep as baseball; a young adult love as deep as weight lifting. 

Two more things I also do not do anymore.

Which is crazy to say, let alone live.

But there's one thing I have to share about pro wrestling that can help you today.

It's the art of selling.

No, no, not like that.

Selling is the insider term for going along with the action. Feeding into it. Like improv actors flow with "Yes, and..."

Meaning, someone swings at your face, and you stiffen and fall to the ground.

The falling to the ground act is "selling" the strike.

And that's a good thing in the ring, but horrible in a lot of real life situations.

All these rage baiters, spending all their time trying to get you angry.

And you scrolling or strolling, searching for something to be angry about.

You ain't Ric Flair.

Whooooooooooo!

Stop selling this sheet.

Who cares if they're saying something you do not agree with.

Did it ever occur to you that they WANT you to sell it?

So I say, be like Goldberg (first time I ever said that).

Don't sell sheet.

Shrug it off.

Roll your neck and traps.

And spear 'em.

Actually don't.

Just move on.

Doesn't move the needle.

Chill.

Be cool, baby.

No sell.

No buy.

It's terrible in pro wrestling, but vital in life.

No mas sell.

You buying this sheet?

It's on sale.