So my neuroses have become more evident to me in Spain because
1) I keep getting told "No pasa nada" which means literally, "Nothing happens"or basically, "It's fine, you'll be OK, for god's sake stop worrying about it"
2) I end up by myself a lot in my room or on the metro or the street or what not and it's just me and myself in my head. We sound far too much like Woody Allen.
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