Some things in life we will never understand, and if you spend enough time on earth trying to understand these things, you will realize that you are better off not thinking about why or how these things occur as they do, because doing so affects your very sanity-if you do not possess of a high level of mental toughness as our white haired gaffer will say.
The universe and how it works on a subatomic level; what the absolute point of our existence is, other than to exist; the sheer popularity of reality shows like Keeping Up With The Kardashians, Kourtney and Khloe take New York, Real Husbands and Housewives of any state, Jersey Shore, and a lot of others; why millions go into war against each other in the name of a “God” neither has absolute certainty exists, and is on either’s side; the pure ecstatic joy we feel after a win we football fans feel, or the gut wrenching feeling that is stuck with us after a loss; Arsenal’s recently past innate ability to just fuck shit up when it could be so much easier to deliver;
The above listed phenomena are pretty hard to understand without questioning my very own sanity after dwelling on the thought for a while. Maybe my mental capacity for taking on these issues is at 3 (1 being ‘please stop, you’re killing me’, and 10 being ‘I totally understand this’) on the Wengerscale for mental strength.
As with almost everything in life, the list above is unique to just me, so you can edit it and add whatever phenomena are incredibly hard for you to understand so we can both be on the same page.
Having established that there really are some difficult things to understand in life, its is my opinion that one phenomenon trumps them all.
our love for the same football club that drives us insane and albeit a fair few joyous moments, has made us shed more tears in our lifetime than a hollywood catalogue filled with thousands of Titanic-like movies would.
Given that as Arsenal fans we can attribute our love for this absolutely beautiful football club to a host of different reasons; which is more than our North London rivals can do, or any other club to be honest, they just all seem so unworthy of the love they are given when you look at them with your Arsenal colored glasses. I mean, what would a Pure Shit Lane fan have to say when asked the life changing question “why do you like Turtleham”?
7 friends are having beer at a pub, 6 are football fans with allegiances while the last is the last person most of us would ever want to be, or few of us would want to be; a football fan with no allegiance.
Cunt/Role Model: Oi mate, why do you all like your clubs?
Tottenham Fan: um…..wait a minute, let me think.
Liverpool Fan: Easy question, our past. We have so much history; that famous comeback against Milan.
Chelsea Fan: Roman Abramovich’s money, Jose Mourinho, John Terry, and don’t forget our unparalleled ability to ruin just about any striker in modern football, it sure is a joy to behold every time it happens.
Manchester City Fan: Don’t ask me, I just saw guys celebrating the premier league trophy and joined them.
Manchester United Fan: Glory, glory united. Sir Alex Ferguson. Trophies.
Arsenal Fan: I can’t explain it; it’s deeper than a feeling, the beauty, the humanity, just everything. It would be an absolute disrespect to the uberfeeling I have to try to put it into words, it can only be felt.
Cunt/Role Model: Interesting. Tottenham fan, do you need another minute?
Tottenham Fan: I have it. We beat Arsenal that one time, it was so good we made a DVD of it.
Like that great Arsenal fan said, it is more than a feeling, and it would be a disrespect to try to put those uberfeelings into words for the understanding of mere mortals.
Love Arsenal, don’t think why, just love Arsenal. Let her make you cry, laugh, argue, along with whatever complex emotions she wants to make us feel. For in the moment that we watch her play and our hearts palpitate, our veins pulse, our hands vibrate with no control of our mind; in that moment we are most alive.
Have a nice day, and tell 3 people today “Love Arsenal, Don’t Think Why”.
