I’m still bad at darts

Just a really short blog post to remind myself that I am still really bad at darts. I went out to play darts with my friends in a nearby ‘Flight Club’ and lost every single game. I once came joint third with two other people, but there were five of us in total so that is still last. Still, it was nice to have company.

I guess the actual point of this blog post was to actually remind myself that I am proud of my lack of competitiveness. It’s part of my nature which has allowed me to enjoy all these wonderful, hilarious, and joy-filled moments with my friends and not get grumpy when I am actually shockingly awful.*

*like that moment when I approached the dart board holding the dart the wrong way round. That takes a special kind of awfulness.

I can understand where there are moments when being competitive can be fun. There are definitely board games I have played where I have tried to win. Professional sports also are probably fun competitions (but don’t quote me on that because professional sports feel so deeply tangled with capitalism I find it hard to even acknowledge it).

But when that competitive nature turns sour, when it stokes the fires of anger or frustration, that’s when it loses all appeal for me. I would rather end a game early, or concede it to someone else, than let the game affect me in such a way.

I’m just here to have fun with people. Leave all the rest of it behind.

Or maybe this is all just one long excuse to explain why I am so bad at darts.

Guess we’ll never truly know.

See you next time.