There are many things that I am exceptionally good at. See, the truth is.. I just don’t fail. Yes, I’m that good.
Now, the question you have to really ask (not the one you currently have ringing around in your head about how arrogant I think I am) is “What makes you that good?”
I refuse to partake in something I know I am going to fail at…
Ala, my playing chess against my wife.
Nope, I refuse to play her. I lose every time. I’m too aggressive, I’m too impatient, I’m too ‘not Bobby Fisher’…
It also is why I don’t play RISK (the board game). My older brother ruined that game for me, as I seemed to only be invited to play in order to have he and his friends abuse me to no end. Yes, I’m sure there is some quantifying argument that the dice rolls were involved, however, none of that ever seemed to matter as I was the first person out of the game and would then have to sit around, bored to tears, whilst watching he and his friends continue to globally dominate each other over the course of the next five hours.
Debates and conversations are the same way. There are people who don’t like talking with me because I apparently leave room in those conversations to back out of something I have said. I don’t know if that is subconscious or some really high functioning sociopathic genius type stuff, but.. I understand where they are coming from when they say it.
Losing just isn’t my thing.
So much so that one day my wife looks at me while I am playing a video game with my son. He is getting upset and whining like a baby about not being able to beat me. She says, “You should let him win once in a while.” I stopped the game, looked at her, and in all seriousness just flatly stated, “I can’t. That would be wrong.” My son continued to blubber like a baby and cry. I turned to him and just shrugged a ‘suck-it-up’ shrug. He was 6.
Maybe there is something wrong with me.
Ehh, can’t be…
because then I would be wrong.
(or maybe it’s because I have tiger’s blood in me…)
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Big To Fail.”