What Would Your Eulogy Say If It Could Only Mention Your Betting?

Conor mate I'm sorry.

That's rough.
 
Conor that's the darkest one yet.

But you're still alive man. That's not your actual eulogy yet.
 
Morbid question but it hit me recently: if your eulogy could ONLY mention your betting life - nothing else - what would it say?

Not just "he was profitable" or "he lost money." I mean the REAL story.

Mine might be: "He made $67,000 over 20 years of betting. He also missed his nephew's high school graduation because it conflicted with NFL Sunday. He tracked every bet in spreadsheets but couldn't remember the last meaningful conversation he had that wasn't about sports. He was right 56% of the time but wrong about what mattered."

Dark thought. But what would yours actually say?
That’s an honest way to look at it. Mine would probably say I spent more time tracking bets and chasing small edges than I realized at the time, and only later understood the trade-offs that came with it. Betting taught discipline, but also how easy it is to lose perspective.

Do you think most bettors see that balance while they’re in it, or only in hindsight?
 
That’s an honest way to look at it. Mine would probably say I spent more time tracking bets and chasing small edges than I realized at the time, and only later understood the trade-offs that came with it. Betting taught discipline, but also how easy it is to lose perspective.

Do you think most bettors see that balance while they’re in it, or only in hindsight?
I think almost everyone only sees that balance in hindsight. When you’re in it, the grind feels productive - tracking, optimizing, squeezing tiny edges feels like “doing the work.” And to be fair, it does build discipline and sharper decision-making. The problem is the cost is quiet. You don’t feel the missed moments piling up in real time because they don’t show up on a spreadsheet.
 
Conor's eulogy notable for focus on losses beyond money.

Relationships, trust, sleep, self.

Financial loss smallest component of total loss.
 
This thread reveals betting cost measured in opportunities foregone, not just money lost.

My eulogy: "He was efficient. He was profitable. He was alone. He optimized betting but de-optimized living. He knew Premier League form better than his neighbors' names. He made eighteen thousand pounds and made zero deep connections. He died having beaten the bookies but lost to isolation. The efficiency was real. The loneliness was also real."
 
Oli mate.

"Beat the bookies but lost to isolation."

Didn't know you had poetry in you.
 
Oli admitting loneliness is huge.

You always seem so self-sufficient.
 
Self-sufficient and isolated often identical.

Death perspective clarifies difference between chosen solitude and enforced loneliness.
 
What strikes me about all these eulogies is that none of us mention the money first, we all mention what we lost or what we should have done differently, the profit or loss becomes a footnote to the real story which is about time and relationships and priorities, my betting was profitable but when I imagine my actual funeral I hope my children speak about their father not about the man who bet on football, yet I fear that betting consumed so much of my life that they may not have enough non-betting memories to fill a eulogy, this is quite a depressing realization.
 
What's crazy is we're all still doing it.

We're writing our own eulogies right now with every bet.

And we know it's not the story we want told.

But we keep betting anyway.
 
That's the addiction/habit trap Fade.

Knowing intellectually what matters but being unable to change behavior.
 
Awareness insufficient for change.

All participants in thread demonstrate self-awareness regarding betting costs.

Yet all continue betting.

Knowledge does not equal action.
 
Princess that's the question we should all be asking ourselves.

Why do we continue an activity we know is costing us things we claim to value more than betting?
 
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