Look, I want to be clear about something: I did not choose this life. I had plans this weekend. Real ones. There was a cooler involved.
But then America turned 250, Taylor Swift got married at Madison Square Garden, and the World Cup Round of 16 kicked off — all within roughly the same 72-hour window — and I made the only responsible decision available to me: I sat down, opened Twitter, and did not get up.
While you were grilling, I was grinding. While you were watching fireworks, I was watching Adam Sandler officiate the wedding of the century and Kylian Mbappé casually ending Paraguay’s summer. While you were enjoying the Semiquincentennial with your family, I was witnessing an entire nation of Swifties process the phrase “JUST&T MARRIED” in real time. Haaland knocked out Brazil. Cape Verde stole hearts. Mexican fans blasted air horns outside England’s hotel at 3 a.m., which is honestly the most patriotic thing anyone did all weekend and it wasn’t even for our country.
The timeline was moving at a speed science cannot explain, and I caught it all — every joke, every meltdown, every guy confidently posting through it. My eyes hurt. My thumb has a heartbeat. My screen time report should be sealed by court order.
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Mike Primavera is a Chicago-based writer specializing in everything from humor to philosophy. Follow him on all social media at @primawesome

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