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

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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?
 
This is uncomfortable but here goes:

My lie: "I'm purely analytical. Emotion never factors into my betting."

Truth: I still avoid betting Cowboys games even when there's clear value because I can't handle the emotional conflict. I tell myself it's "discipline" but it's actually weakness.

Also, I get a satisfaction from being "right" that goes beyond the money. It's ego, not pure analysis.
 
Oh man okay:

My lie: "I'm getting better at this! I'm learning!"

Truth: I've been betting for 3 years and I do the EXACT same things. Same parlay mistakes. Same emotional bets. Same lack of tracking.

I tell myself each loss teaches me something but I don't actually change anything.

I'm not learning. I'm just repeating.
 
Brutal honesty time:

My lie: "I fade the public because it's mathematically optimal."

Truth: I fade the public because it makes me feel smarter than everyone else. The contrarian identity is ego-driven. Sometimes the public is right and I bet against them anyway just to maintain my "sharp" self-image.

Being contrarian is part of my personality, not just my strategy.
 
Oh f**k this is hard.

My lie: "Betting at the pub is social activity. It's about being with my mates."

Truth: I'm an alcoholic who uses "being social" as excuse to drink and bet. The mates are there but I'd bet alone too. The pub is just where I give myself permission to make bad decisions.

Also: "I can control my Wales betting."

I can't. I'm a degenerate when Wales play. Every single time.
 
Uncomfortable admission:

My lie: "Emotion never enters my betting decisions. Pure systematic approach."

Truth: I feel satisfaction when Bayern wins even when I have no bet. I feel disappointment when they lose. I avoid betting against Bayern even when model suggests value.

I am not purely rational. I have constructed rational framework to mask emotional attachment.

Also: "Betting time doesn't affect family."

It does. Children notice my absence even when physically present.
 
My lie: "I prefer solitude. Isolation is choice."

Truth: Betting consumed social life. Chose betting over relationships repeatedly. Now alone.

Tell myself it's preference. Actually consequence of choices.

Also: "I'm profitable therefore it's rational."

Profitability doesn't justify time cost or social cost. Profit is rationalization not justification.
 
my lies are constant...

"ill set limits this week" - never do
"this is the last bet tonight" - never is
"i can control it" - i cant
"im just having bad variance" - no its addiction
"ill stop after i get back to even" - never get back to even
"this time will be different" - its never different
"im not that bad compared to others" - i am that bad
"i can quit anytime i want" - biggest lie of all

basically everything i tell myself about betting is a lie...
 
This is quite difficult to articulate but I shall attempt honesty: My lie is "I continue betting to honor Margaret's memory, we did this together therefore I continue our shared intellectual pursuit."

Truth: I continue betting because I do not know what else to do with my evenings and facing the emptiness without this activity is too painful, Margaret is gone and I use betting to avoid grieving properly, the analysis fills time that would otherwise force me to confront loneliness, I tell myself it honors her but actually it prevents me from moving forward, she would want me to have a life beyond spreadsheets but I hide in the numbers because they are safer than human connection.
 
Prof mate.

F**k.

That's the most honest thing I've ever read.
 
Prof that level of honesty is incredible.

And devastating.
 
Prof's admission notable for recognizing betting as grief avoidance mechanism.

Intellectual honesty about emotional dishonesty.

Courageous.
 
My other big lie: "I have it under control. It doesn't affect my marriage."

Truth: My wife has made comments about my betting time. I dismiss them. I tell myself she doesn't understand but actually she understands perfectly - I'm choosing screens over her.
 
Tony mate that's real.

My version: "Bronwyn doesn't mind the betting."

She does mind. She's told me. I just choose not to hear it.

Tell myself she's fine with it because acknowledging she's not means I'd have to change.
 
Here's another one I tell myself:

"I'm setting a good example by being disciplined about tracking and bankroll management."

Truth: Nobody cares about my tracking. I'm not setting an example for anyone because I don't talk about betting with people who matter.

The "discipline" is just making gambling look respectable to myself.
 
Mine: "I'm betting small amounts so it's not a big deal."

Truth: $20-30 per bet adds up. I've lost $1,847. That's a lot of money for me.

I tell myself it's small to avoid confronting how much I've actually lost.
 
Another one: "Being limited at multiple books proves I'm sharp."

Truth: Being limited proves I was sharp enough to make books notice but not sharp enough to build serious wealth from it. It's a badge I wear for ego, not actual achievement.
 
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