Life is so interesting when you fast forward to only the good parts, isn't it?

It's like watching a movie where two people shar some time in France. The film editors create a 30 second sequence where you see young adults frollick through the sloped cobblestone lanes, laughing as they spin around with their arms out, looking at the Effiel Tower, visiting La Louvre, picking grapes from country vinards, stopping for a herd of sheep crossing the dusty road, and so on.

And yet, somehow, when it's you in that same situation, you'll only realize how much your feet hurt from walking up that cobblestone alley, how crazy traffic was between the Effiel Tower and La Louvre was, and how you stepped in sheep dung. And even if you really did have a great time at all those spots, there are always long and boring waits at train stations and bus stops, and a lot of walking, in between the scenes that the producers didn't show you.

Wouldn't it be great if we could fast forward our lives to just the good parts?