Blast them all and send them both to the purgatory. (Whenever it is.) Who are they telling me if I can play or not. Like I do not have rights too. Calm down and take a deep breath. Ok. let me explain myself.
I just stopped chasing a pair of religious Joe trying to ponder me some kind of salvation. Sorry people but I just do not have to save. Not yet at all.
Anyway, they had several brochures that were well written with the usual Jesus saves the world and God is good headlines. No problem there. Im all for Jesus and God. The problem began when they started asking me questions.
The first was, I drink. No. No problem there. I tried to try to keep the door closed when they asked the big one.
You know what it was, not you. Yes. The other was, I played. And oh yes you guessed it, I said yes. Big mistake.
Big mouth open and foot in. Talk about opening a jar of worms. It was more like opening a bag to find it contained a horny living. Well, I thought I would have to call the UN to come and save me. They heard me at my front door, one of them pulling a wavy flanking maneuver to prevent me coming back inside.
They did everything to break me to the ground to try to convince me that gambling was wrong and that I needed to see the error on my roads. I think I now know how the guys in Easy Company felt in Bastogne, surrounded, no ammunition and worst of all, no place to hide. (Thankfully, it was not that cold, a little mercy I suppose)
Finally, I was dominated by a good maneuver that pulled them out of position so that I could finally come back to the security of my own home and not shut the door so carefully. (I have to fix these hinges carefully in the morning.)
Do not understand me wrong. I do not mind religion or people who are anti-drink or anti-games. I do not like attitude sometimes. Every man and woman who plays with it knows they can lose. Most of us know that the odds are against us.
Thats why many of us use horse-racing systems in an attempt to beat the system. Some of us are lucky enough to succeed while others are not. I really believe that it comes down to our personality and work ethic.
They get their odds, they make their decision and then they wait for the result. Sometimes they are happy, other times they are sad. But that was their decision to do, regardless of the outcome.
I welcome dialogue and I really believe that intervention is necessary in many cases where the affected person suffers from a particular case of Ludomania or Problemgambling.
In this case, congestion affects the games health and well-being. Too often, game problems also affect the lives of others. Many families have suffered terribly emotionally and economically as a result of problem gambling. This is absolutely something that no family should suffer.
But the ban on playing or harassing people outside the door is not the answer. There are millions of sensible men and women who like to play either as a leisure hobby or as a vacation guide. No nausea and no disturbance in life.
What would happen if you drove gambling underground? It is impossible to think about it. Black Market Game Shops. It would be a return to a bygone era that we have left behind.
The question we need to ask ourselves is this:
Are gambling the problem itself or are we too weak to think of this hobby without causing a negative reaction?
The answer is different for each of us. I myself can go away from games for weeks or months at a time without affecting my emotional well-being. If I never had any other bet in my life, that would not bother me.
Can you say the same? If you can, then amazing, but if you can not then games may not be for you. You would not keep a live rat nail in your naked hands you would. No, neither would I
I asked me a long time ago if I could play responsibly. The answer I came with was hunting. I know my limits.
I just do not need someone else who tells me what I can and can not do. Its just so damn insulting not to mention annoying. And so on that note, I think Im going to fix these hinges.