When I was in junior high school, my brother and his friends got into Dungeons and Dragons. I remember weekend afternoons where they would be bent over their....what, exactly? Figurines and maps and charts and all kinds of complicated stuff. I was not invited to participate, which made me gloomy because I had nothing else to do and felt the sting of being left out, but in truth I couldn't even begin to fathom what made this activity fun.
It was a game of strategy - I knew that much. And I knew that I *ought* to be good at it. I was always good at the mathy-sciencey part of standardized tests, and I couldn't imagine what other skills might be needed.
But I had no interest. What I did instead was to make pencil drawings of the muscular dudes with the dragon heads, holding broadaxes. I could spend hours getting them exactly right. I wish I still had some of those!
I'm simply not drawn to strategy like other people are. So many games depend on those skills - dominoes, for instance, or hangman or connect-4. I like to play these but absolutely don't care if I win or lose. Not at all! It's not that I don't like to show off - I like Pictionary (I'm a total star) and bananagrams....though whenever I get bored with my letters I just smash them all together and start over.
I don't know if this is the hallmark of a disorganized thinker, or something else. Perhaps massive gobs of creativity that are pressing on the strategic area of my brain or something.