I have a friends who are doctors, but I don’t think it’d be held against them if they lost a game of Operation. But playing Scrabble with my wife and in-laws last weekend, I felt self-inflicted pressure to win as a result of my given profession.
Despite not being allowed to use the word “texiled” (I defined it as “the act of being exiled to Texas”), I managed to win.
And in case I thought I was putting too much pressure on myself, that night I logged onto Facebook. My college roommate is a reporter, his fiancée’s status bragged that she’d beaten him “at scrabble 2 times in 2 days…and words are his job!”
So much for the pressure coming just from within.