Why I struggle with reality: it just never meets my expectations.
Example:
I ordered pasta at lunch the other day (at a really nice restaurant): pasta with arrabiata sauce (my absolute favorite kind of pasta in Italy. I loved it at every single place I had it and each time it was a little different, so it wasn't a one shot wonder kind of deal.) At lunch here? Disappointed to the point of tears. The pasta was undercooked, the arrabiata was not arrabiata, and I couldn't drown my sorrows in wine because I forgot my ID. Translation: Italy ruined me. I cannot survive in the real world.
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