Tuesday night was filled with shock, disappointment, anger, denial, and a seemingly empty feeling. No, my heart wasn’t broken by a girl on Tuesday night. It was broken by the United States failing to make the World Cup for the first time in 32 years. Like with other forms of heartbreak, we need coping mechanisms to deal with the pain (who cares what a psychologist may say about that), and since I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this way, I spent the last few days thinking up some ways to cope with this disaster:
Comfort Food
I personally really like to just sit with a nice bag of salty, unhealthy, artery clogging chips when I’m upset.