I feel right now like I did when my mother used to make me those gross sandwiches for lunch and I always threw them away.

It was always the same thing; turkey and mayo on white bread. Normally, I would enjoy this, but it would always get mushy and gross after sitting in my bag for 6 hours. Of course, the sandwich would taste the same, but I was a brat and didn't want it if it wasn't perfect.

I always threw it away and never really felt bad until I got home and my mom would ask me how lunch was. I'd lie to her every day and tell her that I not only ate it, but enjoyed it.

I don't know where I'm going with this.

I'm having a really good time.