Originally <a href='/showthread.php?p=15925088'>posted</a> on 09/07/2012:

Yeah... I don't tell people I gamble. You can't tell them. They don't understand. They think you're crazy.

But I've always been a loner, so it doesn't bring me down. I was telling my bf's dad that I make money playing Fantasy Football and winning contests online (which is why I finally joined one this year). He has no idea that I bet thousands of dollars a month, and I spend half my days capping and watching sports. He thinks I go to casinos to play 25 cent video poker. And you know what? It works. They don't need to know. It's none of their business. It's 100% MY MONEY. But I gotta fill the gaps with something, so I tell them a story they can live with.

I tell my bf, but he loves me, he'll put up with anything. Yeah, he doesn't understand, he thinks I'm crazy but he understands the void it fills in my life, so he doesn't stop me.

I've told "buddies" and FWB, and it just backfired on me. Firstly, they don't believe me. Secondly, they don't understand it; my fukking piece of shit dad asked my FWB if I was selling drugs. They have no concept of this world, or gambling. When they think of Vegas, they think of the strip and buffets. Fukking squares.

And you know what? They don't need to know. Sure, it's isolating, but that's the life I chose. And I'm good at it.

SBR does fill a void because it's the only place where you can talk about trap games, fading Lang, care about pitcher's fukking biorhythms, and people don't think you're completely fukking looney. A den of thieves is how I see it.

Am I alone? Yes. Am I lonely? No.