The Goldfish Chronicles

I was introspecting while reading Beautiful Code in the bath (yeah I know, TMI). Subsequently I was later dumping said introspection on long suffering wife, and for now I’ll protect the general public from such boredom. We got onto talking about one thought that had arisen: “Improve your aptitudes and damage control your suckitudes”.

C pointed out that that’s why she didn’t like playing computer games, she sucks at them and never gets better. Not playing is damage control. So, being the arrogant sod I am, I explained my problem with games. I’m great at them, put me down in front of a new game and I will invariably impress by being better than expected.

There’s a but. While I seem to do really well at first, I just don’t improve. Pretty quickly I find that the others who are also playing have reached my level and left me behind. Why, why, why, oh why?

C, being a sarcastic wench at times, pointed out that it was because I was British (I of course would wrestle with whether it was Englishness or Britishness). We invent games and then after a short while of excelling, we suck at them. Bah. Said nature appears to have ruined my gaming skills.

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