Unexpected signs of your emotional deterioration: New Year's Eve edition!

I just got takeout to prepare for my likely solo NYE and was SUPER looking forward to it - this shawarma place I actually used to work at a decade ago and fell in love with (family place, great food, literally the best garlic sauce I've ever tasted). I have ARFID so getting excited about any kind of food is a novelty really, and when it came sans the garlic sauce and they'd only credit me and not send some I ...well I cried. I just sat down and started sobbing. Even I was taken aback.

Anyway, that overreaction over, I cracked my champagne early, made a plate of incomplete food but still good so fucking appreciate it!! and hopefully will be asleep before 2025 limps in. What a shitty year it's going to be! :) Wish I could afford therapy!