I've really just had it with this game. It's time to give it up entirely.
I'm nearing 50 years old. I've known how to play since I was 10, and I've played various accounts online first in Yahoo then on Chess.com for the past decade. I'll bet I've played 15,000 games in that time. And I've never improved much beyond 1200 in any category. I didn't take the time to sit down and read "Reassess Your Chess" or "Silman's Complete Endgame Course." I don't have the patience, and I had other things to do, like raise two children, build a happy marriage, make sure I was paying my mortgage, and get eight hours sleep a night.
How utterly sad is it though that I could play 15,000 games and never improve even 100 points? I'm a relatively intelligent person in most regards. I can read Aristotle, do some calculus, write essays on political theory for peer-reviewed journals, and even read a little Latin. I know how to teach a class of teenagers how to improve their reading and writing skills. I can read medical journals. But I can't seem to improve my chess game.
I wish I would have gotten a good coach when I was younger. Maybe he or she could have forced me to sit down and read through books by grandmasters or just spend more time thinking through opening and middle-game patterns while correcting my errors. Heck, I could have hired such a coach as an adult. But instead, I chose the road of playing 5-minute games ad nauseum without ever really analyzing them afterwards.
It's ridiculous to be frustrated and hate the game because I'm not good enough when I never put the right effort in to learn. How irrational is it to get so angry when I lose decisively to a player 100 or 200 points below my already dismal rating?
It's time to walk away. I'll replace those hours wasted with something more valuable to me. Maybe I can spend more time with my kids. Maybe I can finally read The Illiad or Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Maybe I can go make myself useful by volunteering at the local homeless shelter.
I have simply to finish one last daily game. I'm certain to lose. That would be an appropriate ending to an utterly banal and pointless waste of my time.
Too bad you didn't have fun. If you had had fun, it would have been a good hobby.
It looks like your rating has improved 50 points since August. I guess we'll have to take your word that your rating hasn't changed in the last ten years.
I've really just had it with this game. It's time to give it up entirely.
I'm nearing 50 years old. I've known how to play since I was 10, and I've played various accounts online first in Yahoo then on Chess.com for the past decade. I'll bet I've played 15,000 games in that time. And I've never improved much beyond 1200 in any category. I didn't take the time to sit down and read "Reassess Your Chess" or "Silman's Complete Endgame Course." I don't have the patience, and I had other things to do, like raise two children, build a happy marriage, make sure I was paying my mortgage, and get eight hours sleep a night.
How utterly sad is it though that I could play 15,000 games and never improve even 100 points? I'm a relatively intelligent person in most regards. I can read Aristotle, do some calculus, write essays on political theory for peer-reviewed journals, and even read a little Latin. I know how to teach a class of teenagers how to improve their reading and writing skills. I can read medical journals. But I can't seem to improve my chess game.
I wish I would have gotten a good coach when I was younger. Maybe he or she could have forced me to sit down and read through books by grandmasters or just spend more time thinking through opening and middle-game patterns while correcting my errors. Heck, I could have hired such a coach as an adult. But instead, I chose the road of playing 5-minute games ad nauseum without ever really analyzing them afterwards.
It's ridiculous to be frustrated and hate the game because I'm not good enough when I never put the right effort in to learn. How irrational is it to get so angry when I lose decisively to a player 100 or 200 points below my already dismal rating?
It's time to walk away. I'll replace those hours wasted with something more valuable to me. Maybe I can spend more time with my kids. Maybe I can finally read The Illiad or Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Maybe I can go make myself useful by volunteering at the local homeless shelter.
I have simply to finish one last daily game. I'm certain to lose. That would be an appropriate ending to an utterly banal and pointless waste of my time.