TIHIF (Breakfast)

This is how I feel when someone starts throwing around numbers and letters when talking about guns:

This is how I feel when someone asks if I would stay home from my mission for a boy:

This is how I imagine I’ll feel after two years of no college in my first semester back:

This is how I feel when someone tells me it is 100 degrees with 80% humidity:

This is how I feel when I say an obscure reference and a stranger gets it:

This is how I feel trying soccer for the first time since elementary school:

This is how I feel when I see leftover pizza the morning after: