More please

I remember going to a friends place one Saturday afternoon so we could go get some food. He immediately began telling me about this poker game he was in the night before. He had started playing on-line poker after not being able to get into any good games with people he knew. He had, over a month, turned 100 dollars into 800 dollars. Not too bad. But during his session that previous evening he told me about how he had been up to $6000 at one point, before eventually giving much of it back.

Immediately I began to imagine what I could do with $6000, a new computer, nice furniture, perhaps even a new car. I began to verbally assault his idiocy for losing that much money. Six thousand dollars in one setting! He came right back saying why should he stop when he was doing so well?

Tonight at work I listened to some co-workers complain about how dead it was all day, which surprised me since it was Casimir Pulaski day (maybe later I'll rant about this fake holiday) and all the schools were off. I figured it would at least have been a good day, if not great. A short while later the daytime expo came by and complained about how tired he was, saying it had been 'a killer' day. I told him that I heard it had been slow, he responded "Yeah, but you servers are never happy, you always want more no matter how good you are doing."

When is enough, enough? Even I tend to think at the end of a good night, what if I had gotten one or two more tables? Then what? What if I could get one more great hand and double that six grand? At what point can we be content with what we have, realizing that more money and better possessions are just going to create a desire for even MORE money and even BETTER possessions? I guess I should be thankful that I have NO money, and really LOUSY possessions...of course I could use a new couch...and tv...and phone...........