I was watching a Texans game in 2016. They had just lost and I was in a terrible mood. I have a boarderline personality disorder. After I get really angry about something and calm down severe depression sometimes sets in; that’s what happened after that loss.We are and you will. If I have to put up with this piece of **** with no ******* experience coaching us into the ******* ground, you have to stick around and endure failure too - like a Houston fan should lol.
I started thinking about my life. My best friend had passed away due to cancer just a few months before. My dad had passed away the previous summer. Although we didn’t get along it affected me. I had quit my job in Minnesota due to family crisis in Houston...my mom was sick. At that time I hadn’t seen my son for 6 years. I had had multiple serious surgeries so health wise I wasn’t doing so hot.
After reflecting on all that I thought to myself there is no good reason to let a football team bring me down like this. All its done for me is triggering me to drag out all the negative crap that I don’t have any control over anyway.
Since then I don’t get emotional over them. It’s just a damn game.