Symptoms of S.a.C

Hello chess affiliates. My dearly esteemed colleagues. My deeply honorable friends. It has been a long time. In fact, it has been an eternity, because, evidently, never have I ever posted before. Alas, none of us know anything about each other, therefore, we are not colleagues, affiliates or friends. We do have one thing in common however which we are both (hopefully) aware of. We are lovers of the chess. In fact, we are further from each other than friends. We are enemies. Let this letter not be a resignation of my challenge to take over this website, and ultimately the universe, let it rather be a heart to heart communion of the deepest quality, as I lay bare my darkest secrets and you entertain their horror. 

I have found myself in a corner. A deep, dark of a crevice in which I suffer day and night. To form the struggle in word form is as much a struggle as the thing itself, thus you find me in a state of paranoia and discombobulation as I write now. What I am trying to say, dear brothers and sisters, is that I am suffering from S.a.C, and I am utterly appalled, frightened and without counsel as to what my next move ought to be. I thought (logically) that it might be to castle, but in terms of reality, that has no merit. I pondered upon the classic scenario where one first progresses his/her knight, thus creating space for the rook and attacking the center. But with deeper investigation, this too, does not apply to real life. All I have known is chess. And now I am stricken with S.a.C, which, to the ill informed, means sucking at chess. Please, my esteemed colleagues, my fellow pawns, my tall, glorious bishops.

Help.  

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