by Dukasaur on Wed Apr 14, 2021 5:59 am
Opposite ends of the spectrum make me lose my shit.
If I clearly lost because of my own stupidity, then I feel like a totally worthless piece of shit. I want to beat myself in the head with a steel pipe, cast myself into a blast furnace, and whip myself with a chainsaw blade.
On the other hand, if I did everything right, but still lost because of atrocious dice or cards, then I feel even worse. I want to the dice to take physical form, so I can smash them into tiny pieces with a hammer.
I can be relatively cool about losing if it's not at the opposite extremes, but somewhere in the middle: if I generally didn't play all that well, but not quite badly enough to deserve a beating, or if the dice were rather crappy, but not quite bad enough to deserve utter destruction. In those in-between cases I can sort-of go ho-hum, yeah yeah, another loss. The in-between spaces, being inherently mediocre, lend themselves to mediocre emotions. Lethargum, rather than ira.
“Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.”
― Voltaire