I started playing poker early today at the Borgata. I made a stupid call and lost some money. But then I hit three-of-a-kind and got it all back. Then I switched tables and didn't hit any cards and lost that same money again. But guess what? I won it back and then some.
If you ask any gambler they will tell you that getting even feels almost better than actually winning. There is just something about getting back something you lost. Especially if it is unjust. (It should be noted that if you ask any gambler they will tell you they have always lost unjustly.)
It's funny to me how the poker table is a clearly a microcosm for the big bad world. A couple years ago I took a gamble and lost a lot that was very important in my life. But then I caught lucky and got it all back and then some. I am blessed beyond belief. My friends swooped in and lifted me up. My family went to bat for me. And most importantly I got to weed out people who were not contributing positively to my life.
Plus today is the two-year anniversary of when I started dating my shrink, the president of my fan club, and my personal hero. I got it all back. And it's the best feeling in the world.