Into the fires of gambling

If gambling had a creator, it had to be the devil … cause it’s rightfully an extreme case for escalation of commitment, especially for losers. The more you lose, the more you get sucked in, unless you have discipline & self composure. And it can be a health hazard ...

Now, I wouldn’t want to face my alter-ego who dropped by last night during the bout of gambling with the MC gang.

It’s the return of the in-between and if I thought the previous night’s game was as vicious as the countless agonies of hitting the ‘post’, last night hit absolutely to the spot. In the space of 5 rounds, my losses amounted to RM220 … and as they say, there’s nothing more desperate than a man who’s lost his base for the game.

I knew the most evil part of me … both the angry & nervous one had come out … so I was quiet most of the time as the rounds passed by. Well, the situation just had me tested to the core cause my friend had sort-of taunted me by adding salt to the wound, as he took my cash & added to the kitty saying thank you very much & on another round, laughed loudly.

Sigh, the agony I felt & sort of anger cause I knew, what if I did it to him when he lost? I suppose that’s tantamount to provoking him; so I just kept quiet. But D was more perceptive (probably knows me better) and tried to shush Mr. Moronic off.

Made back my money in the end with some ‘breathtaking’ decisions … but my hands were shaking at one point cause it’s the ‘make or break’ point. But come to think of it, I supposed I can stomach it if others had lost more in the past 2 days and can make it back.


I think I can safely swear off the game for the rest of the year … too much of this is no good for me health. And happy also that I regained my composure … kind of embarrassed to think that I almost lost it. Sigh.

A good learning point besides the fun & anxiety throughout the game.