Chris Timothy
Bluelighter
@Buzz Lightbeer
But so the huge O-PCE binge has renewed my old interest in chess. I had come to dislike the immense mental stress it invokes for no really good reason other than the ego stroke of victory within what one likes to forget is a game, but the drugs associate stress with fun again, and it becomes excitement. I'm even toying with the idea of joining an IRL chess club again. I could use the face-to-face contact for sure, I need to do something about my atrophied social skills at some point.
Chess clubs vary a lot, I've seen many of them as I've traveled all throughout the country and across country borders in my teens to compete with teams of them against my team. In the North of the Netherlands there's a jolly good atmosphere to be found around the board with lots of humour tossed around, in the Francophone south over here it's oftentimes drinking beer in a decrepit rural place, still counting like an upgraded pub experience. Here in the East of the Flanders it's more of an enclave of dry disorganized personalities alas, which is why I left. One iconic member there was a guy with a speech disability much more severe than ours, driving a golden-coloured car. The humanhearted people were weak, and the stronger you became at the game of chess the more you found yourself surrounded by a stench of autism.
But times have changed, and even though I don't want to see the faces of my old chess club members again, I could join another one and have some beers with some loonies?
But so the huge O-PCE binge has renewed my old interest in chess. I had come to dislike the immense mental stress it invokes for no really good reason other than the ego stroke of victory within what one likes to forget is a game, but the drugs associate stress with fun again, and it becomes excitement. I'm even toying with the idea of joining an IRL chess club again. I could use the face-to-face contact for sure, I need to do something about my atrophied social skills at some point.
Chess clubs vary a lot, I've seen many of them as I've traveled all throughout the country and across country borders in my teens to compete with teams of them against my team. In the North of the Netherlands there's a jolly good atmosphere to be found around the board with lots of humour tossed around, in the Francophone south over here it's oftentimes drinking beer in a decrepit rural place, still counting like an upgraded pub experience. Here in the East of the Flanders it's more of an enclave of dry disorganized personalities alas, which is why I left. One iconic member there was a guy with a speech disability much more severe than ours, driving a golden-coloured car. The humanhearted people were weak, and the stronger you became at the game of chess the more you found yourself surrounded by a stench of autism.
But times have changed, and even though I don't want to see the faces of my old chess club members again, I could join another one and have some beers with some loonies?