Paradox

I've challenged Sir to a chess game. This is what I do when I feel myself losing control...fight back with something I think I can win.

I am very competitive. Even with myself. I am always pushing myself to write more, earn more, swim more lengths, run for longer at the gym...god, sometimes it is so bloody tiring being me. But I do love games. I adore Poker, Black Jack and Maj Jong and think a weekend playing the strategy game Risk is as good as sex (well sometimes) so it's pretty inevitable that I want to challenge him to something I at least have a chance of winning.

But therein lies a paradox. If I win...what then? If I can beat him...what does that mean?

Sometimes I can be too competitive for my own good.