I sat down at the table, and I just knew something was wrong. I had done well the previous few nights, but today was different. Suddenly, it's as if I became aware of the situation I was in. Not that it was anything outside of the extraordinary.
Something was off. It would attach itself and not let go. I sat there, and wondered what had happened, what caused this feeling. It probably was because I had done so well each time, as if it was easy. But the reality was a bit more sinister. It was rooted in a memory of the past.
Back in the day the game was just as easy, because if you lost it all, you just didn't eat for a few days. Now, if you lose it all, everything goes to calamity. So I sat there, and thought. What was causing this feeling, why couldn't I shake it.
I thought I could play through it, but it started making me anxious. This game requires patience. It was a recipe for disaster. I lost.
I lost again.
I thought, okay maybe I should step away. I did. I let time go bye, it's usually good with this, and then I returned.
I lost.
I couldn't believe it, so I tried again just in case.
I lost again.
This can't be, it's never gone this bad. I realize that time isn't going to fix this one. I need to fix it myself. So I started with the memories. I found one of an old friend. I hit him up.
We talked, it had been a minute. I told him I would talk for two.
I talked for two.
I texted another friend while my friend contemplated. My other friend replied.
Both suggested the same thing.
What a coincidence. Or, how wise of them both.
Yet it wasn't the solution, but it triggered it. So maybe it was. The anxiousness got answered by a memory of the past. So well see how it goes, cause the patience is back, so the game should be easy, just like it was in the past.