What Lie Do You Tell Yourself Most Often About Your Betting?

My lie: "I am teaching my children about mathematics and probability through betting."

Truth: I am teaching them that father prioritizes analysis over presence. They learn probability from school. They learn absence from me.
 
My lie: "I left betting exchange job because better opportunities existed."

Truth: Left because becoming too isolated. Betting-focused career accelerated social withdrawal.

New job didn't solve problem. Still isolated. Still betting. Just different venue.
 
Another lie: "I only bet games I've properly analyzed."

Truth: I bet games because they're on TV and I want action. Then I do 5 minutes of analysis and call it "proper."
 
"I only bet when sober."

Massive lie.

I bet drunk all the time.

Tell myself I don't or that drunk bets "don't count" in my mental accounting.

They count. They lose. I pretend they don't exist.
 
Confession time: What's the lie you tell yourself most often about your betting?

Not the lie you tell OTHER people. The lie you tell YOURSELF.

I'll go first: "Betting makes me a better coach because I understand the game analytically."

Truth: Betting makes me a more distracted coach because I'm thinking about spreads during practice. The "analytical understanding" is just rationalization for time I'd rather spend analyzing than coaching.

What's your self-deception?
“I’m due.” Even when I know better, it’s easy to slip into thinking the next run will balance things out.
 
"I could stop betting anytime. I continue because I'm profitable."

Truth: I'm profitable but I'm also habituated. The ritual matters more than the profit.

Don't know if I could actually stop. Haven't tried.
 
"I'll start tracking next week."

I've been saying this for a year.

Never start tracking because seeing the real numbers would hurt.
 
"tomorrow ill do better"

never do better

same pattern every day every week every month

tell myself tomorrow is different

tomorrow is always the same...
 
"Betting does not interfere with work productivity."

False. Time spent thinking about bets during work hours measurable.

Quality of work likely degraded. Refuse to acknowledge.
 
"I'm efficient with betting. Only spend necessary time."

False. Hours spent researching bets on games that don't meet criteria.

Sunk time pretending to be productive. Actually procrastinating life.
 
Another lie I tell myself: "My children understand that father has intellectual hobbies."

Truth: My children think their father cares more about football statistics than about them, they are not wrong, I have prioritized betting over attending their important events numerous times, I tell myself they understand but actually they feel neglected, I know this because my daughter mentioned it once and I dismissed it, telling myself she was being dramatic, she was not being dramatic she was being honest.
 
Prof your daughter told you and you dismissed it?

F**k mate that's heavy.
 
I don't have kids but I have that with my brother.

"My brother understands I'm busy on Sundays."

He doesn't understand. He stopped inviting me to things.
 
You guys are making me realize I tell myself lies too:

"My friends think my betting is cute/funny."

They probably think it's annoying.

I talk about it too much.

They're polite but probably tired of it.
 
"My betting doesn't affect my relationships."

It does. People who know I bet seriously view me differently.

They don't say it but I can tell.
 
"I'm a fun drunk bettor, everyone loves betting with me at the pub."

Probably truth: I'm an annoying drunk bettor who talks too much about odds.

Mates tolerate it but probably wish I'd shut up sometimes.
 
"My wife doesn't mind the betting time."

She minds. She has said so. I rationalize.

"But I'm profitable" I say.

She doesn't care about profit. She cares about presence.

I know this. I ignore it.
 
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