Where are your pants?

A more serious tone perhaps?

A few weeks ago, a friend was to come over because I was going to take her to a movie. Her house was about an hour away and the movie we wanted to see would start in 2. I figured that I’d play Pokemon while I wait.

So there I was, having a good time playing Pokemon Ruby. Anyway, she finally showed up, except she was crying as she walks into my room. Instead of doing the right thing by comforting her, I half-focused on my game and her. She started telling me her fish died, and just as she was getting into it, I got into a random encounter in my game.

A shiny Rattata. Holy shit. I stared into my screen in amazement and yelled "Holy crap, YES", interrupting her mid-story. She sobbed more and started to scream "You don’t even  care! YOU JUST WANT TO PLAY YOUR SHITTY GAME!" I was still looking at my screen, focusing on catching my shiny Rattata, when she walked over, and tossed the game against the wall. I ran over and picked up my brothers GBA SP, hoping that nothing had changed on screen. It turned out she broke the GBA. The SP and my shiny Rattata, gone forever.

I exploded, using every obscenity I knew, and started flailing my arms around. I didn’t know she was behind me, and apparently I back-handed her in the face while I was being a dumbass and swinging my fists around. She yelled out "SCREW YOU", and ran out of my house in tears.

After a few minutes, I just stood there wondering wth did I just do, then I had enough sense (or guilt as some would say) to go out after her. Looking back, it was pretty whacked but we’ve made up since then. Talk about irreconcilable differences huh. Anyways, the lesson is find a gf who doesnt have pets. End.

ps. Shinies. Serious Bussiness.

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