Welp. There goes my Xbox Controller. I knew it was a bad idea to come home in a bad mood and fire up a game that was known for making people rage out, break controllers, break gaming units, and break their PCs which cost them thousands.

I'm a fucking idiot. I even told myself that it was time for a break. I was kosher for damn near sixty hours of gameplay, playing the game with careful tactics, a cool head, and I was having a fucking blast. Then, at some point this week, the rage began. The slamming of fists onto my computer table, the hurling of my controller across my bedroom. The rage quit out of frustration, only to come back in an hour and rage quit again. I even voiced my urge to take a break to friends, and they all agreed that that was probably a good idea. I even bought a kid's game...this morning, that was known for "relaxing and fun play" as a "counterbalance".

So what in the blue hell provoked me to turn the game on when I came home in a bad mood?

Shit. I don't know. Maybe I wanted to subconsciously break something? Is that normal? When the gym ain't cutting it, an outburst of rage to show...what? Some pathetic form of dominance? I didn't have the best day, the rage was building up throughout the entire day, maybe it got the best of me?

I feel pretty dumb right now. That was a damn fine controller too. Strong, sturdy, resilient. Just not resilient enough to survive fully powered throw into my wooden bed frame.

Fuck. There's $70 out of the bank account for no good reason.

I think this solidifies the fact that it's time for a break. Do a deep dive into the kid's game that I purchased this morning.

For now...maybe I should just call it a night. I was pissed when I came home and now I'm just pissed at myself. God, I'm a fucking idiot.

I won't go out and buy a controller tomorrow. That's my punishment, to myself. Maybe I should wait till my next check. That sounds good, right?

For now...I think it's time for bed. Here's to hoping things are a bit brighter tomorrow.

PS. Fuck you Elden Ring.