The SONY Playstation gave me some of the worst memories of my life.I was born in 1957. My childhood and teens were blessed by beautiful happiness. I moved into my parents home for the last time in 1975, but was a happy, social manchild with many friends. I stayed that way for almost 20 years.In 1995, I made some online enemies with my new internet connection who lived far from me. From 1995 to 2000, the three of them would frequently come over and beat me with SEGA Saturn joysticks. I was old enough to have significant health problems and my enemies brought more suffering to my life than I ever knew possible.The shitty times seemed to last forever. My enemy group gained followers through out the 2000s and the last time I spoke to one was 2025. I was in a car wreck in 2022 that left me unharmed. In 2023 I was diagnosed with cancer; I died but I returned to life and have had no nerve pain or fatigue ever since.I am so angry for those years and the enemies I shared them with. I can't say it was a good life. Those years from 1995 until somewhere in the 2020s made it all not worth it.
That's a cool story and all, but what does it have to do with the Playstation?
>my life was good, then a period of suffering permanently changed how I evaluate everything that came before and after it.powerful
>>12883175actually he is still bitter and doesn’t seem to think much of a miracle healing
>>12883165That would never happened with a Nintendo 64.
>>12883165Congratulations on the miracle healing. Unfortunately, your mindset remains dogshit.>>12883213This
>>12883175>>12883213>>12883281Am I the only white person on this boardYou people are seriously retarded, I feel like I'm in a youtube comment section
>>12883165>I was born in 1957What are you doing on 4chan, dad? Does the care home know you're on here?
