Have you ever said to yourself that the day was going to be amazing, and then it turned out to be "meh". I had one of those days today. I was outside at about 9:30am and I noticed that it was pretty nice outside weather-wise. I thought to myself, "Today is going to be a good day." It actually turned out to be a little less so.
I went to a gaming tournament, and I didn't have a partner for the doubles competition. Normally I would've just not competed, but I happened to find someone who also didn't have a partner. So I joined. My partner was a man known as Josh Briggs, and needless to say I wasn't prepared for the fact that we kinda sucked. It's no offence to him, but we really did suck. I guess it was my lack of practice and our lack of "soul resonance".
So I continued to play in the singles bracket, thinking that it would be better. I was right, but not in the way I thought. I won my first two fights, making my ego swell. Then I was faced with a really hard opponent. He mopped the floor with me, and I was transferred to the "losers bracket". For those of you who aren't gamers of any sort, the losers bracket is not a shameful place full of misery and dispair. Nay, it is a place of redemption. You could actually earn first place by moving your way up the losers bracket. So I was not, by any means, discouraged. In fact, I was charged with a passion for winning that I haven't felt in a long time.
My next match would turn out to be my downfall. I guess I underestimated her because she was a girl, and I hadn't seen her as the "Gaming" type. I learned quickly that she was not a woman to trifle with. I lost the first set. I countered with a very annoying stage. That was where I went wrong. I made the most humiliating mistake of my life. I fell through the platform I was supposed to land on, and I killed myself. It was my last life.
Despite the fact that I lost in the worst way possible, I actually felt extremely "meh" about it. I really don't know if this is healthy. I just didn't get mad. I know that you all have heard of a mad gamer throwing controllers and swearing up a storm, but I felt like I wanted to read a book or something. Completely complacent with the fact that I just lost to myself. I don't know what to make of that.
In other non-gaming related news, all of my friends that ate over at [CENSORED] got a sort of food poisoning. Not good. But I helped them out the best I could, and they all survived.
So... Why are you still here?
