Me: ow ow ow hang on, be nice to me. My hand is kinda sore.
Friend: Why is your hand sore?
Me: I, uh… well I kinda punched a wall.
Friend: Matt! What the hell? What, do you have anger management problems now? That’s not okay.
Me: Oh, no. No no, no no no. No. No it’s not like that at all! I just have this new virtual reality headset, and sometimes I forget that I’m still in a physical room. I think I punched my computer too. Not really sure.

This game is called Blade and Sorcery, where you fight people with blades and with sorcery. Tall John made me buy it. Not because he thought I would like it, but because he wants to come over and play it when sharing air no longer kills people.
Friend: Are you troubled, or just stupid?
Me: Can’t I be both?

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