neon claws
Non-Gambler
- Joined
- Jan 5, 2020
- Location
- Australia
When I was 16 I went to the pub and lost $50 and was absolutely devastated, I remember I felt like such a fool.
When I was 21 I moved to the city and my new girlfriend took me to the casino, it was like a dream, the lights, the potential, I won $210 on blackjack and from that point I was hooked.
She was a very good girlfriend but I ended up just spending more and more time at this wondrous palace of flashing lights and free drinks and eventually she fell by the wayside as did about another dozen girlfriends to follow.
I've now been gambling for longer in my life than not, and am married and have it under control, I still lose disgusting amounts of money ($6,700 tonight, $54,000 in a night at my worst) but have enough businesses to be able to do it, but it still stings.
Pinpointing the exact moment it all went wrong is difficult.. was it that moment I walked into the casino, saw the thousands of flashing lights, smelt the chlorine of the water fountain with my life ahead of me? Was it further back when I was a kid dumping a weeks allowance into the Skill Tester to win yet another stupid stuffed animal?
Maybe there was no set moment and it's just an ongoing comical catastrophe of patiently ridiculous decisions.. just constantly falling down the stairs of life thinking that at any moment you're going to somehow start falling upwards.
When I was 21 I moved to the city and my new girlfriend took me to the casino, it was like a dream, the lights, the potential, I won $210 on blackjack and from that point I was hooked.
She was a very good girlfriend but I ended up just spending more and more time at this wondrous palace of flashing lights and free drinks and eventually she fell by the wayside as did about another dozen girlfriends to follow.
I've now been gambling for longer in my life than not, and am married and have it under control, I still lose disgusting amounts of money ($6,700 tonight, $54,000 in a night at my worst) but have enough businesses to be able to do it, but it still stings.
Pinpointing the exact moment it all went wrong is difficult.. was it that moment I walked into the casino, saw the thousands of flashing lights, smelt the chlorine of the water fountain with my life ahead of me? Was it further back when I was a kid dumping a weeks allowance into the Skill Tester to win yet another stupid stuffed animal?
Maybe there was no set moment and it's just an ongoing comical catastrophe of patiently ridiculous decisions.. just constantly falling down the stairs of life thinking that at any moment you're going to somehow start falling upwards.