Seems like I must have loserly genes. Or something.
No matter what game I'm playing, no matter who I'm playing with, I generally lose. Dominoes, cards, Settlers of Catan. The game of Life, even.
When I was younger, the Losing usually preceded the Crying in Frustration and Anger, which made my family think twice before starting a game with me. By now, however, I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'm not going to ever win a game. This resignation has made losing slightly more bearable, and for some reason, I still love to play games. They're fun and exciting, and once in a while I even let myself think I have a chance of winning. I don't get as disappointed when I end up losing again, which is a good thing. I suppose.
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