>Remember fun times I had playing Uno in high school and Uni.

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>Remember fun times I had playing Uno in high school and Uni.
>I never had friends, but in board games it didn't matter, as long as I was another player, we would have fun
>Last few years were spent mostly in solitude or surrounded by my asshole family
>See a set of Uno and buy it, because nostalgia
>Try to play today
>They twist and bend the rules, namecall, cheat, call it a stupid game, basically shit all over me for buying it.
Why does it feel like an epiphany if it's so obvious each time that my family is responsible for me being a robot? All of my good memories I can recall involve either only me, or strangers, never them.