I was pretty good at chess, but when you get to the point where the only people at your skill level are 60 year old men who take 5-10 minutes per move I got incredibly bored. This was before the age of online chess, so the pool of opponents in my bumfuck nowhere area was tiny. Maybe I should try again with the emergence of online speed chess.
But yeah, patience is something I’m bad at I guess.
Reading and writing poetry. Nothing makes me question my humanity more than seeing people be genuinely moved by poetry.
Happy for people that appreciate it, but it makes me feel like I’m an unfeeling brute more than anything else. This is a picture of me trying to understand poetry.