Do I have anger issues and if so should I quit Chess?

Oinquarki...didn't you suffer at the hands of one of Eo's posts?  You were even stuck with his thread, I believe.  Did that get fixed?

For the record:  Without any of the namecalling...it is any sane person's verdict that Eo is a laugh a minute and if he's sincere, then I'm Betty Crocker.

You said "Betty Croker"??? I am unable to type... falling off keyboard in laughter.

(EDIT: amending this for troll's sake. I MEANT what a hillarious scatalogical reference).

Afaf - didn't you once say in a troll thread something along the lines of - it doesn't matter if he's a troll so long as we make the thread worthwhile despite him? I could go about digging, but I'd rather not, I'm sure you recall.

And yes, I think he actually did bring up chess with his psychologist in a defensive manner, then posted on this site looking for reassurance... Betty.

Dig dig dig.  Accuracy is a wonderful thing.  I enjoy Eo's posts...I never said I did not.  I have absolutely nothing against trolls...so long as they are funny, they are the precious gifts of the internet.  Is my stance clear? 

You should also dig up that psychologist thread while you're at it.  She is not his psychologist.  The person, if I recall was a friend of a friend who happened to be a psychologist.  I have a really nice memory.   

And his threads are preposterous.  I'd wager quite a bit of money on that.  Hi Eo.  Call me.  haha.

"Incapable of eschewing" are you? That's fine. Thing is, your point has been lost. You are defending a troll who is no longer here. (Yes, I love trolls too for their entertainment value but Mr. Echo is the sad clown of trolls and as such not very funny except to those who like looking at car crashes and such).

Want to "reiterate" some more, defender of trolls, of sad clowns?

My point? I never defended him, actually, other than that he was deliberately trolling (sigh - this word is being so inappropriately applied).

I'm somewhat confused by you, Tom. I made a few posts responding to the op. What have you done other than act like an ass excessively? I'm not sure what your purpose is. I see that you made a troll accusation a few pages back, but I really can't place what your continued presence is designed to convey. Please tell us.

Yeah... actually you WERE defending him - or what, now you are saying that you were just defending his right to troll??? Whatever. Let it go.

If you want to treat this like a win/lose situation then well, yeah: you lose.

I defended the fact that he is not a troll, actually, but that would require reading comprehension for you to discern, so I get that you might've missed that.

Wow, I forgot what it's like to argue with a child.

I actually read quite well. I will be in 9th grade AP English next year.

So is this the end of this thread then? Shall we wait for another tasty missive from Mr Echo? I hazard that it will be about how rough the pieces feel on his hands and how that is some plot to skew the game.

Or maybe he will just 'go with the flow' and post about people resigning too soon, or too late. That would be a loss to us all.

9th grade AP? Congrats. I have a BA in English, but gosh, advance placement in 9th grade? Well then, I know when I'm beat. I'm all happy about letting this go and not parading our personal disagreement on the whole recent posts forum, to maintain the polite decorum n that. No one cares except us.

So, in the spirit of ending this in the most gracious manner possible, out of pure deference to chess.com standards of etiquette at large, I feel imperiled to somehow cease this cordially. So.

Alright Tomjoad, your incessant accusations of the OP as a troll are completely sensible, and your agressive followups even more so. You are an exemplary member of this site and I heartily exhort you to continue posting as we all will benefit greatly from you having done so. Your encisive hijinks are a credit to the site and accord you with much deserved accolade. I wish I had as much insight as you seem to possess when I was in 9th grade... aww goddammit, I was so close. I almost had it. No, no, no. It's been 10 years since I graduated high school, and 3 since I graduated college, and my birthday is tomorrow and this little idiot pissaaaa... aaaand I'm going to stop.

Nevermind. Go to bed dude. You have a long day of rocking out with your friends tomorrow. This tomtoad on the internet isn't worth it. Pull yourself away.

Alright. My meds have kicked in. Cheers, Tom, good luck. Fight the good fight, I have to go to bed. Old age, eh? It'll git ya.

I await Eo's next post topic with bated breath.

heh... me too. It's fun. But wherever did you get 'Betty Crocker"?

Don't stress mate, do what Axl Rose did, screw society! Ignore all the rules, live the way you want, embrace the anger and obsession!

Sex drugs and rock... I mean sex drugs and chess!


I remember everything!
I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
I was barely seventeen,
And I once killed a boy with a Chessboard
I don't remember if it was a Staunton or a St. George chess set
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome
And a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was a taunton or a St. George chess set
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right sacrifice
And the precise angle from which to strike
The chessboard bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the chessboard was Chuck Berry red
The chessboard bled for about a week afterward,
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play openings
That I had never even heard of before
So I took my chessboard,
And I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson
The Harley howled in pain,
The chessboard howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the chessboard high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the board
Crashing down upon the center of the bed,
My father woke up, screaming "Stop!"
"Wait a minute! Stop it boy!
What do ya think you're doin'?
That's no way to treat an expensive artistic instrument!"
And I said: "God Dammit Daddy!
You know I love you,
But you got a hell of a lot to learn about Chess"

If you want to crack heads with chessboards, use a cheap one from Wal-Mart.

 LOL!! I laughed so hard at that!

haha

You're just pissed off at yourself because you know you can do better. Simple solution, take Fritz or whatever you got, set it on a high level, sit back and learn from the many times it will hand you your arse  The computer will grind those emotions out of you. 

Don't get me wrong you will still be pissed off at losing but that should take care of the spasms.

I used to get very frustrated when I lost chess games for what I considered the "wrong reasons". Like, you have a winning position and lose it (all too common especially below 1600 which I was a year ago), they seem to get all of these lucky tactics out of thin air, even after never planning them, losing in time pressure, and above all it admittedly made my self esteem take a blow.

However, first of all I tried to solve my problems, and also I didn't play chess for my ego as much, but instead of the love to play the game and analyze chess moves. I actually try to figure out why I lose and improve from it. That is a healthy relationship to the game, not feeling so inferior when you lost a tough game or two. I recently got particularly mad at a game for the first time in 3 months, but it used to be every day.