i fear my frontal lobe is developing late because football just….doesn’t really interest me anymore. i watch it and feel nothing. i’m sat there, watching it live in the stadium of the team i’ve supported my whole life, and nothing. they score and i’m like “hooray” but my heart isn’t in it
this would be easy but i don’t really have the heart to say it because football has always been our thing. my dad and i. sometimes it was the only thing we had in common. i see and understand him through football, and i don’t really know who we are without it. so every week, i answer his call and tell him i’ll be ready in time, but i’m not doing it for me. i do it because he wants to go. and because he won’t go without me












