Last night I got the itch. I was bored, no one wanted to go out and I needed to get out of the house for a bit. I decided to take a trip to the casino. The delusions of grandeur started flowing in my head. I saw me there spending an action packed night of meeting new people, laughing and watching the money roll in. Now, from my experience, the odds of my night going that route were about as likely as Klansman finding a date on blackpeoplemeet.com. But, I went into it with a positive attitude and was ready to play some blackjack. Don’t get me wrong I have won big before, but its been awhile.
I scoped the place out for a few minutes until I found a table I felt comfortable with. I sat down, threw out a grand and was ready to play. Most the night I was up and down small amounts. I couldn’t really get traction one way or the other. I decided to change tables. Once I got to the new table it was all over very quickly. I played to win, made all the right calls. The cards just didn’t fall my way this night. As usual the house won. I should have just walked up to the dealer, handed him my chips, told him to kick me in the balls and been on my way. It would have saved me some time
Normally I would be the typical loser in the casino and done one of two things. Either I would have pulled out more money and kept losing, or I would have continuously replayed those hands over and over in my head. Making judgment calls on what I should have done. I would have made myself completely miserable thinking about how I should have played. The mental and emotional hangover would have probably lasted for a couple days. I would have shamed myself for being so stupid and wasteful with my money. Those thoughts would have snowballed from money worries to my ex, I’m not in the shape I want to be, all the way to why I’m not where I want to be in life and just kept going. The negativity would compound and spiral out of control quickly for two maybe three days. All over my decision to gamble that cost me to lose a $1000. Which a friend of mine made me feel worse about when I told him how much I lost. He responded “You lost what my 60 hour work week makes me before taxes.” I could have gone without hearing that.
Im not a rich man by any means, so that money could have been spent in much better ways. The thing is its the past. Its done and can’t be changed and I have accepted that. That may not seem like a whole lot to some people, but for someone like me that is HUGE. I am starting to be able to make mistakes without shaming myself. I don’t have to place a negative value on myself because I had a little set back. Just because I lost last night doesn’t prove my life is a constant failure. In the past I would have allowed myself to see things that way.
Losing that money turned out to be an investment in my mental health. Im not saying it was the best value for the investment. Losing $100 and feeling this way would have been much better. For someone who obsesses and allows those obsessions to turn into much larger issues I feel like this is a pretty big step in the right direction for me. Learning how to deal with mistakes and failure without the toxic shame. Also, I will probably stay away from the casino for awhile too. It’s been making me its bitch for a couple months now.