EPTI wrote this as an reply to thedeadhaji's blog on Bad Decisions but it's so large it would annoy the fuck out of everyone, I still found it funny so I'll post here.
Two years ago I had barely any money, was about 50kg overweight and lived in reclusion as an out of town middle class dude in a largely proletarian city. Eventually I decided I had enough of it, worked ten hours a day every single day for a month, and made 16k usd.
Then I decided to do computer science at a top 5 college (laughing matter in the developed world obviously, but hey, at least it's free), procrastinated studying at all, arrived to the entrance exam 15min late, a few months later my mom calls to tell me I was approved - I didn't even check or remembered about it, would have missed if she didn't. She scrambled to send me the necessary documents, but they didn't arrive in time, at the last minute I went to the college anyway (100 bucks on a cab) and they managed to find the documents from the previous time I studied there. The cab driver was even so kind as to not charge the return. Soooo now I'm a college student making 5 figures a month, aka luckiest motherfucker in the world amirite?
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Nope, spent a few hundred going to a tournament I didn't get to play because the bank transfer arrived a few minutes late, still managed to blew 500 bucks on a stupid hand the first time I ever played cash game live. Then lost all motivation to work, blew the rest of the money (including a 4k loan someone I barely knew trusted me with) living in a hotel for a few months, doing not much more than working out daily and going to college from which I would eventually drop out. That's because I didn't realize that any landlord's opinion on my profession would be null and void the instant I take a few grand and shove it in his face (biggest motherfucking lesson of all time: money talks), so I could have rented an apartment, bought a car and like, lived a normal life.
Then I moved to my uncle's house at little more than a slum, extremely hot place where my aunt would make a ton of noise at 6am to remind she ruled the place, so I couldn't work for shit even if I really wanted and man, I tried. Later I just left to live in the street, with my notebook I could use the college's internet to scrape a few bucks, there was relatively safe to sleep and a gym would provide me with a shower. But my mom caught wind of it and got me in the first flight to her home and I've been living with her since then, again completely fucking broke (but much leaner thank God)
Now we're in a new city, a small one that have had a mini boom of private colleges, particularly a med school that costs 42k an year (which is a massive absolute fuckton of money here, my mom graduated from law school at about 12k an year and even then just because of federal financing), so real estate sucks here. We live at the third floor without an elevator and terrible sound proofing, so picture the scenario: my bedroom is surrounded by bedrooms of cute rich girls who have just discovered the freedom of being away from their parents, with terrible sound proofing. It's like this, http://abcnews.go.com/US/woman-sues-college-roommates-sex/story?id=15842134#.T3YHJo47oy4 (except I can't sue anyone), but fortunately much better than http://www.teamliquid.net/blogs/viewblog.php?topic_id=119744
Moral of the story, I'm the god of bad decision making.
PS: Shoutout to thedeadhaji for his extremely insightful blog. Down here we either are rich and enjoy it or poor and struggle against it, his first world-ish thoughtful/developmental attitude has been such a great influence. Also to Sard Caid, check him out if you dream of spaceships exploding.
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