I've never quite understood why but in the game of Monopoly I only like it until all the properties are bought. After that it gets intent and serious. At that point I want to bow out. If something is not fun there is no point in doing it.

Kind of like when I switched to drinking wine rather than hard liquor. I decided that if I didn't like the taste there was no point in drinking.

And I don't gamble. Mostly because it tightens my stomach unpleasantly. That is true even if I'm only watching and not in the game myself.

But the need to win is still in me. I notice it most in an argument or debate, either one. I have finally got to the point of realizing that I CAN walk away, that I don't HAVE to be proved right, but it doesn't come naturally to me. I'm working on it.

We are complex critters, aren't we.