As I said previously I wasn't a gambler, and our blackjack has sure shown me why, but I find myself drawn to try on the tables every time I get enough points to squander. So having tossed it all away again I'm lying here wondering why I do it, the game has shown me enough times I won't win, so why do we go back? I have an interest in psychology, which is leading to psychiatry dealing with you fckrs, but thats for later, so why ?
Boredom?, yes this plays a part, it certainly livens up the day, smashing the house up, kicking the dog and screaming at the wife fill in a few minutes.
Competitiveness ?, of course, this is why we play games, but we like to win occasionally, I even kill Sharpe occasionally (bit more often than he likes now fckr), but the f....g dealer just pushes in the knife then twists, every time, perhaps I'm a closet masochist, must get Chris to give me some tips.?
Thinking I'll win?, this is it, like a drug addict wanting to go clean, this will be the last fix, I'll kick his arse then retire to idiots island, free amazon gift cards and as many free tries on rock paper scissors as you want.
Stupidity?, I don't want to face it, but I suspect this may be the truth, would I put my hand in a fire - no!, would I kick a grizzly in the nuts - no!, so why oh why do I keep on trying? then it struck me
GAMBLIING IS FOR IDIOTS, and that's what we are IDIOTS