My mood swings are not frequent, nor do they change all the time....but there are times when, I'm affected by things that change the balance of my emotion. I'm not sure it's for very long, but it happens. I suspect I'm not alone?
Only when I'm playing chess. When that happens, easy-going, elderly, little-kids-love-me Didge gets put on the back burner and my own personal Mr Hyde emerges. When I'm playing chess I love the sight of blood, especially when it's the other person's.
Chess players are a mean lot. We like to grind each other into the ground.
I was playing in the Australian Open one year and one of my opponents, a Bulgarian woman, hissed every time I made a move she didn't like. It was the chess equivalent of the Sharapova screech.
Lol, was the Bulgarian lady as good-looking as Sharapova? If she was, you might not have minded the hissing so much.
I think you are right about chess players in general, though I love the games of Paul Morphy, and from what I have read, he was a perfect gentleman.
When Morphy toured Europe, he found the players over there to be a rather mean and vain bunch, with the exception of Adolf Anderssen, who was a very good sport. When someone remarked to Anderssen that he was not playing up to his usual brilliance, he replied, "No, Morphy won't let me!"
Morphy was unique in his day. Since then there have been a few others -- Tal and Fischer among them -- who could conjure up magic on the board. Unfortunately Fischer and Morphy shared the same fate: their lives were so unbalanced that the lost their way.
And, no, the Bulgarian was fat, fifty, and had a face that should have carried a PG warning.
My mood swings are not frequent, nor do they change all the time....but there are times when, I'm affected by things that change the balance of my emotion. I'm not sure it's for very long, but it happens. I suspect I'm not alone?
I do for unexplained reasons have a shift in personality traits but not often.
Only when the moon is full.
No
My Moods can change rapidly
Only when I'm playing chess. When that happens, easy-going, elderly, little-kids-love-me Didge gets put on the back burner and my own personal Mr Hyde emerges. When I'm playing chess I love the sight of blood, especially when it's the other person's.
I was playing in the Australian Open one year and one of my opponents, a Bulgarian woman, hissed every time I made a move she didn't like. It was the chess equivalent of the Sharapova screech.
I think you are right about chess players in general, though I love the games of Paul Morphy, and from what I have read, he was a perfect gentleman.
When Morphy toured Europe, he found the players over there to be a rather mean and vain bunch, with the exception of Adolf Anderssen, who was a very good sport. When someone remarked to Anderssen that he was not playing up to his usual brilliance, he replied, "No, Morphy won't let me!"
And, no, the Bulgarian was fat, fifty, and had a face that should have carried a PG warning.
No.Definitely not.Now P......OFF!
No, I'm always nice, dammit!
Not since menopause .... boy, was that a fun time!