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I actually posted my first post here 3 days ago. Im GF for 3 days, and these forums help for sure. I have been single and lonely for 2 years, and while Im in good shape, my last relationship messed up me a bit that I dont trust women any more as she took $250K of mine in LAW SETTLEMENT, just cuz last few years I made a shit ton money. In retrospect, I think it was gambling that reduced my sex drive as the dopamine rush from the wins (not discounting the eventual loss) was enough for me to run to casinos and not spend time with my wife (now ex). Though i just kinda fell out of love as well. But I think it was gambling that spiraled my senses and value of money in an abyss of absolute shit, fecal mater, and an amalgamation of the nasties crap you can think of. My trigger had been very crazy. Im a film maker and most do commercial photography and films. Everytime, Id finish an edit, to reward myself, Id go autopilot to a casino, and on my way back Id somehow talk and reason to my sane self with an alter-ego of a total con artist, scammer, and low life piece of shit, that what else could I do. I dont enjoy anything in this city as most of my friends work during the days, and I have so much free time. After losing a shit ton to casinos, and in a divorce, I yet hadnt hit rock bottom, and my sane self took over and I came to these forums. I had to start being honest with myself, and get back to valuing money again. Somehow, we all gamblers think going out to clubs/bars/movies isnt as worth it as a casino, cuz on a good night of fun you blow $100-200 anyways, but in Casino you do have some odds of making some money back, have a few loud bursts of glory, fist pumps, and false sense of security that this is what rich kids do. In a few years, I have come to realize how much of the world I have missed out travelling to as I have not only been a gambling addict, but an addict of showing negative balances in all my accounts until the next big pay day comes and I feel secure, that Im still alive. “im still alive”, a phrase many of us live by in the casinos on that one win on our last chip that we might have yet another lifeline to win it all back. And then boom, that is gone. I just hated the feeling of walking out, like a junkie, smoking my lungs away, judging down on all the low life degenerates around me, not realizing, I was the biggest one there. Its been 3 days, and I just got a big pay day today (by big I mean over 10K), and today I didnt go. I wont go tomoro either, because, I literally wrote down all the places I wanted to travel to and didnt with my ex wife. Im a good golfer, and summers I rarely gamble cuz Im golfing with my buddies and my league on sunday. But today I calculated that in last one month alone I had blown over $4400 of which $1800 were on one single night of just 2.5 hrs. Today, I just booked a flight to the island of Kauai, hawaii for January 15-23 ($550), booked a car ($325), a hotel ($1100), and a golf pass for $600 at Princeville Makai Golf Club, and googled if there was a Taco Bell on the island. Luckily, there are two… I will be ordering 3 books which I plan to binge read on this trip with my car parked near the pretty mountains or some beach… Even with $800 of spending money while there and back, I would not be spending more than $3300. I will go alone! A lot of us fear doing things alone, and we run to casinos to fight our boredom and loneliness to take refuge amongst other degenerates for a few ours before we start feeling miserable again. There is no glory in chasing the one win that would make it all go away. That only happens in movies or one in a million of us (even they end up back). Some of us may not afford to do what I will be doing, and Im not bragging, but Im truly putting a value to the money in creating a positive memory that I can revisit later when im down, and plan on saving more and more, to do just that. Id rather die one day not remembering the days and times I felt shit walking out of a casino, but the beautiful sunsets, the gushing sounds and crisp mist of waterfalls, while enjoying a couple of cheesy chilli burritos with hot sauce from Taco Friggin Bell!
alras0011Participantwow you are a very good person my man. I truly am thankful to what you have shared. Yup same stuff! and all along I knew this “fake baller life in vegas” would eventually come at a heavy price, and Im glad circuit breaker in the brain overloaded clicked off much sooner than I thought, for the better.
I am gonna start a youtube channel soon on things I love doing, and teach people my craft (filmmaking that is), and even if I dont make any money out of that (as I will continue my business), but I think occupying myself to creating content which takes up a lot of time might be the best distraction from this madness after all!
alras0011Participantthis is quite a bang on observation. My divorce finalized two weeks ago (and im truly happy about that chapter closing). A big reason for me to gravitate towards gambling was my toxic marriage and the dumb inlaws I had to deal with. Casinos were a form of escape, until that escape route trapped me even further…. I have recently started hitting the gym again (as I gained 100 lbs in the last 12 years), but being a tall guy I never looked obese, but I knew I have to get fit.
Back to the gambling, I came home last night and joined this forum only in pursuit of validating my claim that throwing a stash of $100 bills on the craps table isnt cool, and no one friggin cares who you are in the casino. Once you lose that money, you walk off in this dejected, toxic shame that spreads all around your body and you come up with dumb reasons to withdraw a bit more to recover it. The notion and emotion of, “oh that number on the wheel came right after I bet that, or I just thought of that number, and I wish I had bet a much bigger wager on it. Then you spiral into your own delusion disney land where you start approving different mathematical strategies in your mind to rob the casino next time. You just end up robbing yourself end of the day, and the next day, and the day after. You drive back after puffing a couple of smokes in the parking lot in minus 15, beating yourself down, and on the drive back you find excuses as to this is all you can do for fun in a boring city like Toronto as you have done it all, clubbing, drinking, eating out, movies, and for some reason this version of fun is the only thing that makes you happy. But its quite the contrary. You are not happy! We have this self destruction superpower that we can sell ourselves that al the poison we consume is somehow good for us, and this is where it all ends.
I still do ok in business, but my productivity and client satisfaction has gone down in recent years, and that has definitely hurt my brand and cash flow, and the only culprit is gambling.
Last night as I was pulling up close to the casino, I saw the racetrack lights lighting up the sky. Uncontrollably, I parked, got out and started walking towards the front door, and a voice inside said to me, “you are like a stupid moth, and just like a moths short lived life, you too will die running around these lights very soon, if you dont do something!”
The amount of money I have blown in this year alone on casinos is insane. My reserves are an all time low, and I feel sick
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