I simply obtained again from a two-hour playing session at Inexperienced Valley Ranch. I misplaced money-–greater than I ought to have.
Photograph by Diane Taylor
On the drive house I felt someway liberated–-liberated from the urge to maintain playing. I felt regular once more. I’m not a toddler. I’m an grownup with a university diploma, however there are issues gamblers inform themselves on the drive house that appear a bit childlike.
For instance, after I lose my first massive invoice I inform myself that “this machine” is due. How do I do know? As a result of the final one that performed this specific machine misplaced cash and left me 37 cents as a credit score. If this particular person misplaced, then I’ll be a winner, proper? I’ve been playing in Las Vegas for a minimum of 20 years and by no means got here out a winner total, so how come I inform myself the machine is due?)
So I play–and I obtained just a few bonuses, after which none. I lose my second massive invoice. I keep on the identical machine as a result of I do know it’s due. However the machine doesn’t know me….or care. I lose once more. I’ve some back-up cash that’s supposed to remain in my purse ceaselessly, however I do know it’s there. And I attain for the back-up cash. A little bit of a restoration takes place, however finally virtually all the cash is gone. I rise up, all of a sudden understanding I used to be the fool who stayed too lengthy and misplaced most of my cash. (I don’t lose all of it as a result of I all the time money out $19.00 or much less from every $100 and maintain my fives and ones at house till I get sufficient for extra playing outings. Sure, that’s my “system” and Iowa State didn’t educate me this technique!)
Why is it about that playing makes me not suppose clearly? If I had a date with a person I didn’t like, would I name him once more and and once more and beg for extra dates? No, my mom taught me higher than that.
Or what if I “hoped” a gentleman good friend would name telling myself I used to be “due” a name, and I sat in my bed room ready for days–and he didn’t name. No, Mother wouldn’t like that both.
So what’s it about playing that makes me not so sensible? Is it the lure of a giant win? Is it one thing to do to keep away from boredom (that’s an excellent level). Is it the chance to speak to different “mature” faculty graduates about your playing experiences whereas they speak of theirs? Is it the chance to build up “factors” that permit free meals after a whole lot of {dollars} of losses? Is it that the climate is coming and casinos have nice air con? Is it a shameful passion for a grown lady who by no means favored knitting or babysitting?
At this time is Friday and tomorrow is reward day on the Tuscany. I’ve some acquaintances who love the on line casino items. I have to go to Tuscany and get the items for them. AND I’ll lose sufficient to verify all these great Tuscany workers have a payday. See how great playing makes me?
