So, I saw something float by about “the pride wwe” the other day, and it got me thinking. Not really about the wrestling itself, you know, but about the whole idea of pride, especially when you’re kinda going against the grain.
It reminded me of this time, maybe five, six years back. I was helping organize this little community fair thing. Just a local get-together, food stalls, maybe some games for kids. Simple stuff. I had this idea to set up a small booth highlighting local history, focusing on some lesser-known stories, folks who didn’t usually get the spotlight in our town’s official narrative. Some people who really took pride in things that weren’t mainstream back then.
Getting Started Wasn’t Easy
I went to the planning group, all excited. Man, they looked at me funny. Mostly older folks, kinda set in their ways. They weren’t nasty about it, not really, but you could feel the hesitation. “Is that really… appropriate?” one asked. “Will people be interested?” another mumbled. It felt like they just wanted the same old bouncy castle and hot dog stand formula.
I didn’t back down, though. Maybe stubbornness, maybe pride in the idea, I don’t know. I just felt these stories deserved to be told. So, I started digging. Went to the library archives, spent hours looking through old newspapers, even tracked down a couple of descendants of the people I wanted to feature.
- First, I gathered all the materials. Photos, old documents, wrote up little summaries.
- Then, I had to find space. They didn’t want to give me a prime spot, stuck me way in the back corner.
- I built the display myself, mostly out of scrap wood and some cheap fabric. Stayed up late a few nights getting it ready.
- Had to print all the info sheets myself too. Cost me a bit out of pocket.
The Day Of
Come the day of the fair, I set up my little booth. It was slow at first. People walked by, glanced, kept going. Honestly, I started thinking maybe the committee was right. Maybe nobody cared.
But then, a few people stopped. Really stopped. They read the stories, looked at the pictures. An old lady came up and told me she remembered one of the people I featured, shared a little story of her own. A younger couple spent ages there, asking questions. It wasn’t a huge crowd, not by a long shot. No comparison to the bouncy castle.
But the folks who did engage, they were really into it. We had actual conversations. It felt like a small connection, you know? By the end of the day, I felt pretty exhausted, but also… good. Like I’d done something worthwhile, even if it wasn’t the most popular thing there.
So yeah, seeing stuff like “the pride wwe” makes me think back to that little booth. It’s tough putting something different out there, even on a tiny scale like a town fair. Takes guts, takes pride. When you see a huge company like WWE dealing with similar themes on a massive stage, with all the spotlights and opinions and money involved… well, it’s complicated, isn’t it? Makes you appreciate the effort, maybe, even if you don’t always agree with how they do it. It’s just a whole different ball game, but that feeling of sticking your neck out for something you believe in? That probably feels the same anywhere.
