A couple of weekends ago, I lost a game of Scrabble to my 12 year old cousin. (actually, he doesn’t turn 12 until December, but come on, like I’m going to admit to losing a game of word power and strategy to an eleven year old? As if! –and yes, I’m channeling Cher from Clueless. It’s based on Emma you know. And that’s real literature!) For some reason, people assume I enjoy the game of Scrabble. I think it’s because I love words and find pleasure in reading the dictionary. I even got bored one night and started text messaging random words and definitions to people. I had a great time. My journeys though the dictionary lead me to words like “akimbo.” I still remember when I learned what it meant to stand with arms akimbo. It adds a whole new slant to literature.
Unfortunately, I must debunk this myth that I enjoy the game called Scrabble. In fact, I find Scrabble very un-fun. I’m slow and indecisive, or as I prefer to call it “methodical.” I don’t like to be rushed or pressured. I like to evaluate all options. I often am able to build words with 5-7 of my letters at once, reliant of course on “that perfect place to lay down.” I get quietly cranky that I most often cannot play these words.
So what’s the real reason I don’t enjoy Scrabble so much? It makes me feel dumb. People expect me to be quite good and in reality, I think I’m just average. That disappoints the chip on my shoulder.
Why did I feel compelled to share this uninteresting fact? I don’t really know. But hey, at least it’s not a top 10 list.
PS. I <3 Trivia and 20 Questions and Botticelli and Clue.
Blondette says: 
I just realized I left out a whole chunk of my Scrabble story-telling and it may be too late to add it… :’(