Something you might be wondering is, “What are you thinking?” Or maybe, “Do you remember last year?”
If so, I would say to you, “I have no idea,” and, “Yes.”
I do still vividly recall how stressed playing fantasy football made me last year. It’s not like with childbirth, how apparently–supposedly, allegedly–you forget the intense pain after the fact or else people would never have more than one kid.
No, I remember just how much I complained about my under-performing team, and how I lost by as little as 2 points in multiple match-ups, and how the player who was supposed to be the best on my team disappointed me over and over again.
But I’m susceptible to peer pressure, it turns out. Or a glutton for punishment. Or some explanation that doesn’t make me sound weak and stupid, if you can think of one.