gamesandtings

You’d think now that I’m nearing my 40s, I’d have learnt to not be so angry.

Well… Street Fighter 6 has finally released and I thought I’d try my hand at reviving my Kenneth. Playing online against all the other no-lifers out there, trying to achieve a rank that has no consequence other than to deteriorate my mental health. I played my placement matches, ranked at Gold which I was surprised with considering how little Street Fighter I’ve played in recent years.

But then it descended.

Wanting to relax after a heavy week of working – I thought playing some ranked matches would help. I’ve talked about previous issues with controlling rage but this was a new low. Having lost another match, making no progress in my rank, I was so enraged by this loss that I had to satiate it somehow – by changing all of my clothes. Every single piece. And not before, I decided to Hulk Hogan the underpants I was wearing.

You know how Chippendales rip off their trousers to reveal their impressive packages to an audience of menopausal housewives. Imagine that… but way less impressive.

Standing there like Winnie-the-Pooh’s Uncle Ali.

All because I lost.