Am I the only one who... decades later, still feels that odd sense of — well, it's not quite melancholy, more a persistent cognitive dissonance, I suppose... when remembering a particular "win"? Everyone was so elated, the small town absolutely buzzing after we brought home that big, shiny thing, you know? But for me, it just… felt off. Because someone, a good friend, they just sat there, the whole final event, watching. And their absence, their absolute immobility on the sidelines, somehow overshadowed all the cheering, all the confetti, all the *celebration*. Anyone else ever find themselves retrospectively... unable to fully embrace a moment that, objectively, should have been pure joy?