Very nice work, 'Bear. Hard not to relate to your reflective self conversation. Are we addicts? In the same way that we are with other sports, I'd say. The only time that I recall a physical manifestation of my wrestling obsession was third grade. I was in a chokehold by a bigger kid. I noticed the monkey bars, inched my way toward them, and kicked my feet up Wrestlemania VIII style, Bret Hart-ing the guy onto his back. Shocked, he let go. I never felt so bad ass.
If any of that work-related stuff was legit, then best of luck with that.