So.... This is complicated. I'm usually a cool and calm guy, but this time was different. I feel like I need to write a little blog post for this freak-out, like a journal, or a blog (Duh). Here's the jist:
My dog passed recently and I've been... okay about it. Which I think is the problem. I've really not gotten too broken up about it. Trust me, if wasn't a happy occasion! I just didn't really grieve. (All of this amounts to something!)
30 minutes ago, I'm playing Street Fighter 4 online. It's going poorly. I'm wining a few matches but I'm losing a lot over dumb shit I should have been prepared for. I get into one match and boy, is this shit laggy! I mean, constant hitching! It ends with him mashing ultra during a lagspike and I walk away from the game for a bit, and come back to a friend request, I idiotically accept it and a message pops up full of insults about my internet and my skill, all spiced up with plenty of vile words not allowed on these fine forums. I dunno. I just unplugged the arcade stick. Walked onto my porch and threw it on the concrete...
The moment that thing hit the ground was the best I've felt since my dog passed. It was fucking therapeutic. Yeah... I had to let my emotions out by destroying a Qanba Fusion. (200 dollars). Anyway... Yeah. I have to go pick up the arcade stick pieces out of my lawn... I wonder if Sanford felt the same relief?
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