Damn, it's a terrible feeling.
On a completely different complaint, it also feels really bad when you have been thinking of using a field, table, or court soon and suddenly out of nowhere two people decide to hog it. Even though you know it was your fault for not claiming that ground first, you just can't help but blame the people who took it for taking what you wish was rightfully yours by mental claim.
Here I am, with nothing better to do with myself and being especially irritated today. Not just because my teenage self reached an emotional peak, but because of more... let's say... physical problems. Maybe I'm blaming this problem for my sudden lack of talent, but let me just say that whether it was just me or some real problem, there is some serious issues going on here.
For one, I came over to my church to play a lax game of ping pong. Yeah, I know, Chinese stereotype and all, but let me tell you, I am NOT Chinese and I have NEVER actually took lessons on this sport. If it could ever be called a sport. Ping pong requires patience and lots of thought, so unless you're prepared for some hard-ass mental breakdown, I suggest you not play this game.
It's almost as mind wearing as Kumdo.
Speaking of minds, I loved X-Men First Class and their new cast. Especially the two main dudes, Charles Xavier and Erik... thingy. I forget their names, but I do remember that the man who played Charles Xavier in First Class also voiced Gnomeo and played Mr. Tumnus. I absolutely LOVE his Scottish accent. If you concentrate, in the movie you can hear Xavier slipping from the English into Scottish. Despite the slip-up being a total unintentional mistake, I loved hearing some of the actor's quirks come out in the movie.
Oh, and another thing: I love psychological warfare. If there was such thing as telepaths I would definitely try my best to run into radiation and get that mutation. But seeing as I don't have much mental patience at this age, I probably would be really bad at telepathy.
Which brings us back into the patience part of table tennis. Because the table is so small and the ball is harder to control, you need to channel your power in a completely different way than real tennis. In here, instead of focusing on running for the ball and hitting it ferociously towards the general "area" of the court, you must focus on NOT ferociously hitting the ball. You have to think about every twist of the wrist and every step you take. Balance is key, and getting the ball over the net isn't everything.
Kuk... tak... kik... tak... kuk... snap.
Of course, for some of the more serious tennis players, this applies to them too. But the difference is that you don't need to condition yourself physically for the miniature table. Mental balance is what you really need.
And despite being a complete noob at this "ping pong" game, I've already gathered data on the various differences of each human mind as they play the sport. It's quite unnerving, really, how ferociously calm each player is while they're shooting and returning these really fast plastic yellow-and-white balls. Conditioning yourself? Forget it. This is where the hardest battles are played.
Bottom line: Ping Pong is not easy. >P
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