Chess: A Story
Sometimes, life is a slap in the face. One minute, I am caught up in a fantasy, and the next, reality sets in when the nearest person asks if anything is wrong. Though this doesn't keep me from my reveries, that cold feeling of obligation always seems to divert me from my true calling – competition.
Indeed, I am a very gung-ho type person. I am always ready for a challenge, and the more impossible it seems, the better. In fact, my motivation to do anything usually consists of my desire to conquer someone else, and prove my superiority. If I take a loss to someone, though I may be graceful, deep down, I am always contemplating the look on their face when I get my just desserts the next time, when I take sweet revenge. That may be selfish, but it is more of a subconscious type of reaction, natural human nature.
In fact, I vividly remember a day in which years of planning and obsessing over payback had gone into. This was a chess tournament match with one of my arch nemeses, Dereq