Why do we love gambling so much?
" Listen, here's the thing. If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you ARE the sucker."
It's official, i can't stop playing poker. I can't stop myself from making that drive to dingy casinos in the middle of nowhere to play some of the weirdest, oddest people on the planet. Am I the only one who has this guilty pleasure? Hell, I don't smoke, only drink occasionally, and not much for club hopping, so I think I can take on this one 'fetish' of sorts.
The toughest part has to be the people that I am playing. I'm nobody special, and I'm not better then anybody, but it does get a little strange to have money on the line, and sweat out a win or a big loss to some guy who smells like a$$ and Jack Daniels, or a senior citizen who wreaks of bengay.
Before you know it, you are stressing over every hand, every card, every bet......and all the while trying to figure out what these other people do for a living and how come they just bet, raised, and bet again with no hand. And that was me, out in a city i couldn't even find on my TOMTOM navigation system, playing my little heart out, and continuing to think I can do this and make money on a regular basis. Maybe this can be my second job and/or supplemental income......(ahhhhh, the true thoughts of a degenerate gambler). And just like typical poker, i lost everything within the first 90 minutes.....Then hit up the ATM that you know casinos have everywhere, and thankfully won it all back, and even left the place up about $50. I even had a Rounders moment with one guy who was willing to pay me on the side just to see my hand before he bet. He eventually paid to see my Full House and went on to bitch and complain about how I played the hand, and pissed and moaned about wanting his money back.
Oh well, at least its not just me. Many people in this world gamble........on poker, blackjack, sports, stock market, real estate, cheap cars bought at the shady dealership, and that occasional rendezvous with a "lady of the night". Why the hell do we put ourselves through this torture and stress...................I know, its for the thrill of the game, the thrill of the unknown, and excitement that goes with it. We thrive on this pressure in all forms of life: work, relationships, friendships, love, hate, and jealousy. We all seem to feel the need to feel "alive" sometimes, and feel that life isn't worth living unless we live it to the fullest.
So I guess that's me. What about you?
It's official, i can't stop playing poker. I can't stop myself from making that drive to dingy casinos in the middle of nowhere to play some of the weirdest, oddest people on the planet. Am I the only one who has this guilty pleasure? Hell, I don't smoke, only drink occasionally, and not much for club hopping, so I think I can take on this one 'fetish' of sorts.
The toughest part has to be the people that I am playing. I'm nobody special, and I'm not better then anybody, but it does get a little strange to have money on the line, and sweat out a win or a big loss to some guy who smells like a$$ and Jack Daniels, or a senior citizen who wreaks of bengay.
Before you know it, you are stressing over every hand, every card, every bet......and all the while trying to figure out what these other people do for a living and how come they just bet, raised, and bet again with no hand. And that was me, out in a city i couldn't even find on my TOMTOM navigation system, playing my little heart out, and continuing to think I can do this and make money on a regular basis. Maybe this can be my second job and/or supplemental income......(ahhhhh, the true thoughts of a degenerate gambler). And just like typical poker, i lost everything within the first 90 minutes.....Then hit up the ATM that you know casinos have everywhere, and thankfully won it all back, and even left the place up about $50. I even had a Rounders moment with one guy who was willing to pay me on the side just to see my hand before he bet. He eventually paid to see my Full House and went on to bitch and complain about how I played the hand, and pissed and moaned about wanting his money back.
Oh well, at least its not just me. Many people in this world gamble........on poker, blackjack, sports, stock market, real estate, cheap cars bought at the shady dealership, and that occasional rendezvous with a "lady of the night". Why the hell do we put ourselves through this torture and stress...................I know, its for the thrill of the game, the thrill of the unknown, and excitement that goes with it. We thrive on this pressure in all forms of life: work, relationships, friendships, love, hate, and jealousy. We all seem to feel the need to feel "alive" sometimes, and feel that life isn't worth living unless we live it to the fullest.
So I guess that's me. What about you?
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