But you aren’t phased about it one bit. 

This morning I put a muffin the microwave and ants began to crawl out of it. I went back to where I kept them, opened up the last one, and ants came crawling out. 
Something almost psychosis worthy happening in reality and I just sigh and accept the reality and throw the muffins away. 

Yet here I am nearly 8 hours later sobbing about an old memory in which I was hurt by someone I love, 11 years ago around this time of the year. And even though things are amazing right now the memory still haunts and hurts me. I can literally feel what I felt than. It sucks.