WARNING INCOMING PERSONAL RANT After an unfortunate encounter with a certain cynical british asshole *cough* Yahtzee *cough* I find myself being unable to approach anything video game related on the internet or socially without feeling depressed afterwards. Even reviewers I liked such as Angry Joe or TB seem to just make me angry or regretful about my chosen game repertoire. And yet I find myself inexplicably returning to these places of vitriole like a moth flies toward the light of the bug zapper that will eventually kill it. It's almost as If i'm on the receiving end of an abusive relationship and I keep coming back for more like a retarded stepchild on sunday and now I'm rambling. I also find no solice in most chats or forums because everyone is either trolling with console wars, or making me doubt myself with the whole elitist "Your stupid for not playing on PC" bullshit. Am I insane or just Insecure!? Why do I feel bad for having fun!? I reach out to the hoards of the Internet in my time of need. Halp plz?