My secret is that even though there are some days where I love soccer, there's something about it that frustrates me and kind of makes me hate it. I've played since I was 3 or 4, and I've tried taking a season off but it was too weird to not play, so I went back without even passing on a whole season. I kept with it because... well, because I guess I'm decent at it. Maybe it's a lot of worrying to do over something simple like a sport - a lot of people just tell me to quit if I don't like it - but it worries me mostly because it seems to mean that I don't have control over something like this, and this "manipulating" it does freaks me out about my control over other things.
Who knows.
But that doesn't mean I can't be fucking excited for the World Cup.
8 days.
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