^Me explaining everything that traumatized me about my family’s drama around my aunt’s death to my therapist.*
Her: Is there anyone who isn’t at 11/10 in your family?
Me: No silly, that’s why I am here.
Three hours ago, I had no idea what the Tartan Army was.
I am now emotionally invested in the Scots, the Algerians, the Japanese, the Dutch, a German guy named Freddy, and apparently the entire World Cup.
I fear I have become a soccer (*cough* “football”) fan against my will.
Europeans enjoying the World Cup: “Futbol is the greatest sport in the world.”
Americans enjoying the World Cup: “Wonder what fast food the German guy eats next.”
Drove around SA to a couple of the murals around town to regather myself.
Car flags are still on, jerseys are still on, and people are still saying Go Spurs Go…
We still believe.