I thought winning baccarat was about strategy… turns out it’s just me whispering to my dad in Ireland while my mom in Shanghai taught me luck is a guest who never pays rent. I’m not playing—I’m rebuilding the table one quiet chip at a time. RNG doesn’t care about your story… but it definitely cares about your sleep schedule. Anyone else see this as gambling? Nah—we’re just emotionally stable architects of joy after midnight.

P.S. If your favorite game loved you back… would it still be on the house? Or just your therapist’s notebook?

I didn’t win the casino—I won attention. My budget? A Rs.10 bet that felt like a zen koan whispered by an algorithm with too much soul. They say luck’s magic? Nah—it’s just me clicking ‘bet’ while my cat judges my life choices. If you lose three hands? Smile anyway… then order another tea. What’s your favorite game if it loved you back? (Spoiler: it was the tea all along.)