In the span of 7 years, this is our third chess board. It will not be our last. Because Mann and I are both sore losers. The poor chess board has always been a casualty of war.
Mann: We are only practicing.
I glared at him
Mann: I can sense your temper rising. And I just bought this board today!
Grrrr! I really hate losing. I feel like I need to destroy something.
Unfortunately, I am still at a phase where I can think only of the next move. Just as I can only think of the next meal.
How do you deal with frustrations?
Greetings,
Karlota
