Footballing culture is honestly driving me insane.

I told myself before the World Cup that whatever happened wouldn’t affect me but here I am 19 hours after the Mexico vs. England match trying to remain sane. Footballing culture in both countries is honestly insane. I’m born in Britain with Mexican heritage. Honestly I could give two shits about football but sooooo many people do. So far today the jubilation is honestly crazy. I understand how much it means to people but honestly sometimes football ruins lives. The whole day I’ve gotten this feeling like people want me to react in the worst way possible. NOOO ! it’s just a match. But on top of this I can see that people are genuinely happy… in an INSANE sort of way. The worst part is, coming from both cultures I can feel how distraught the Mexican fans are and I can also feel how ecstatic the England supporters are. This has honestly got to be the weirdest day of my life. A fucking flock of pigeons attacked me as I went through the park. I was on call to my Dad who also doesn’t care much for football and even he sounded somewhat mirthed by this whole exchange. CALM THE FUCK DOWN. 😵‍💫 it’s just a game…