The game of chess is a lot more difficult than I remember it being. If I recall correctly I used to be pretty awesome at it. Not so much anymore.... I was swiftly beaten by Jesse's superior ability to think more than two moves ahead. I believe it took him under 10 minutes to place me in check mate. . . Damn. (This inability to think ahead is why I am also a terrible card player.)
It was like I was 6 again. I was furious that I had lost so quickly and so thoroughly. I felt so dumb! I lashed out. I don't remember what I yelled but I know I did. And I recall wanting to hit something but instead I cried. This of course made me feel even more dumb. Anyway, after that initial game we ended up playing at any opportunity that presented itself; sans tears. It's actually a lot of fun!
......Or so I thought.......
Jesse came home later in the week with Axis and Allies which is, as it turns out, just a glorified game of chess with twice the amount of really tiny pieces. I spent most of the game in a disproportionate amount of rage and tenseness. I really don't know why games get to me so badly. Jesse started the game kicking my butt, then I was winning for a while..... um yeah, I had to concede. After 5 hours of play there was no way I was going to be able to win. :(
I hate games. (But secretly I have really enjoyed playing them with Jesse. Shhh. Don't tell.)
