I mean, you couldn’t walk by a newsstand without seeing at least one magazine or newspaper featuring a US candidate. And God forbid, once they found out you were a real live American, the election was literally all they wanted to talk about.
Whoever wins is the guy who doesn’t break his hip.
Eventually, your worldly foresight evolves in those post-grad months to the heartbreaking conclusion that caring for her might just mean letting her go.
Who buys a ticket to Europe three weeks in advance just because you saw an airplane fly overhead and had a sudden urge to just get away anywhere?
I’ll also just try to entirely forget how Drew Brees sucked for most of the time he played in SD then went on to win the SUPER BOWL with New Orleans.
You must try to forget, because to continue to remember is to dwell in the past.