Losing money in poker is never a big deal. Well, it's never a big deal until you realized that the taxi driver is asking for an extra ten pesos for the fare. They call it flat rate but it's never a flat world when it's the taxi drivers doing the talking--- also called soliciting--- and they make you round and round and round...
i read in a Pahalniuk book about the signs of addiction. i am not sure if it was a Pahlaniuk book anyway, but i read it somewhere. The signs are there probably. i am not going to deny that part. But. But i was accused of the same thing with basketball---- waking up at 4:30 am because the game is at 5:00 am and you had to be at the covered courts because you don't want to be late and spare yourself of being real early but still has to play the second game of the morning; then going home right after the game because you still had to continue that NBA LIVE franchise mode you started a week earlier OR watching the Memphis Grizzlies battle the San Antonio Spurs, which by the way has dominated the former in their first three meetings earlier in the season.
Which brings me back to a very personal question; where is the thin line drawn between addiction and passion? Is it the same, a point which probably every addict will want to hear and fight for? Or is it different, a perspective that every passionate person will fail to accomplish yet will try to understand... And so, which is it?
i am addicted to competition. It's not just about the fun... It's not just about fun AND winning even... It's about fun, winning and LOSING. It is all of it. i can not explain it and i will never understand it. It's the chopseuy of life. The tasty tender cauliflower versus a near-rotten string beans add a little mix of the usual carrots and cabbages.
i lost around 800 pesos last time i played poker. And i'm looking forward to the next games. You can call me anything now.
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