I hate losing

Yesterday I was playing padel with my neighbors. Padel is like tennis but the court is surrounded by glass walls, and you can keep playing if the ball hits one of those walls.

Padel was born in Mexico, spread quickly through South America (Argentina has excellent players), and arrived in Spain in the '80s. Nowadays, padel is a sport dominated by Argentina and Spain.

People agree that it's funnier than tennis because the learning curve is more accessible. I've been playing tennis since I was 6 or 7 years old and I can confirm that statement. I think that a tennis player can play padel at a high level in a short period, but the sentence is not true in the other way round.

At college, I usually played padel with classmates, and it was like an addiction. If you have never tried it, I encourage you to do so. Chances are that you and your peers enjoy it a lot.

Padel is nice. The problem is that I get angry when I lose a game, not with someone in particular but with myself. I don't know why but since I was a kid I get upset when I lose. I know that nobody wants to lose, and I keep repeating to myself that it's only a stupid game, but anyway, I can't control my anger. While playing tennis, when I got mad, I smashed the racquet into the floor several times. I was not as wealthy as Federer, and I didn't get my racquets for free, so my poor attitude led me to spend my savings on new tennis equipment.

Now I'm older, and I can control myself a little bit better than when I was a full-hormone-douche (I don't break racquets anymore), but I get the same feelings as when I was a child. I don't know where all this came from, maybe I'm too competitive, or maybe I hate to feel insecure when someone beats me.

Lossing is a cure of humility; it means that I'm not as good as I thought in the first place; there are people in the world better than me. My anger needs to accept that.