10/28/2012
It’s Sunday and I’m not playing. I’m fine with that. I’ve worked every day this week. If we want to talk numbers then I have to remember the end of Leviticus. It’s gaudy to go on about what I make. I’m in a position that I’ve dreamed of attaining before my 40′s. Somehow mentally stable, in love with my profession and fiancee, and paid an amount that almost seems unfair, and is most certainly unreal. I deserved a lot of ire when I was younger for my inability to shut my mouth, and I received it. Now that same mouth pays me – this. I can only ask for guidance on how to allocate it. I can only demand myself to give away what I have been gifted, because I remember suffering when others had much more.
My girl and I argued this morning. I got to be like the old me, which is to say, a total prick. I remembered to take my Seroquel, then everything seemed to make sense. It’s sad to realize right when you wake up as yourself – you’re in actuality an asshole. You can’t even see reality with the people who love you. I prayed with her and we seemed to feel real peace, although I’m sure she’s reeling. Women are sensitive. We all make mistakes but every human living was created by God. To be hurtful toward any of them is to attack God.
I know people from my old city are scoffing. I love you Seattle. Anyone you see can be a Buddha, and you can’t hurt them, but Christianity is just too popular for your hipster selves. God forbid you ever root for the winning team, you’d be too commercial.
I am blessed to be where I’m at. I never expected my consulting/coaching services to take off like they have since I stopped playing MTTs. The transition has been bewildering. I’m not fluttering with the birds. There’s freeroll percentages flying and hourly rates encouraging. I just book, and book, and book. I never knew the business could by like this. I laughed at poker players who coached more than they played. Now I wonder what I was doing all this year.
Animal-breeding experts were sent to Africa by Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin, to try to produce an army of half-man, half-monkey soldiers
It’s a combination of coffee and anti psychotics.
Make sure that nobody pays back wrong for wrong, but always try to be kind to each other and to everyone else. -1Thessalonians 5:15
One little…two little…three little Indians
Even if you have a perfect and normal vision, there exists two colors that you have never seen.
To be successful you must possess an opposing meter. On one side, you think you’re nothing. You feel insecure when you’re not developing or making money. You fear if you slow down one day you won’t good enough. You won’t last. There exists nothing but your A-game, because you know you will die on your B-game.
On the other side, you need to be an otherworldly narcissist.
When someone cannot win an argument they take it to an area that makes no sense. It is hard to understand abstracts, and they know that. No one answers the question at hand. It’s just too difficult to ever admit wrong.
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