Cross Eyed

I know exactly what I hate about chess and it has almost nothing to do with the type of people that play the game.

My disliking of the format has to do with the mathematical-visual space that I have to take my brain in order to be good at it.

I can do it; I did for a while when I was at school. And I was good.

But I particularly dislike this brain space because it requires that I turn off all sorts of other functions such as esthetics and empathy.

What I am afraid of is that the wind might changes directions whilst I’m playing chess and I might get stuck in the mode forever.

A fate worse than death. It makes me shiver just to think about it.