I'm both in this picture and the "older sports jock"(compared to some friends... no sportsball for me, just fit).
I saw myself as a ticking-timebomb/life-ruiner, so ... okay, okay, lotsa regrets. I was wrong and missed so many opportunities to be at least slightly less alone.
Didn't work for me. I played with the most awkward weapons I could manage anyways, and if there's one thing I sucked at, it was putting myself in the blast-radius of my own grenades and such. Just knowing how to strafe and melee was OP 30 years ago.