Now I Can Quit Chess
The magic number: 1908. The year my great uncle was born (his birthday was only 3 digits, 6-6-8, which is so Mr Burns), and my current rating on Lichess.
My rating will never be higher. It will never be lower. I am deleting the account, and moving on.
I got past the addictive elements. I learned to control my rage (mostly). I followed a reasonable discipline with it: a few games a day, analysis, puzzles, learning new openings. I visited a couple of clubs. I read a book.
I do not care enough about this game to work as hard as needed to improve, and I don't enjoy the game enough to tread water, watch my rating drop 200 points, grind it back up, and keep that steady heartbeat of Elo pulsing, up down, up down, week after week.
My main problem with chess: It's another excuse to be immobile.
I am replacing it with home improvement.
Here's my first project.
What did I learn?
Solid doors are fucking heavy, and jigsaws are loud.