Playing to win 2
I have someone business changes going on in my life and I'm approaching them with a new perspective: play to win
Maybe you're thinking "isn't that the point? Who has the most shekels at the end?"
You must be one of the mindless supporters of capitalism but you're probably right. I always played for partnership. For loyalty. For seeing process and product improvements through to the very end.
So how did I come to aspire to the same goals shared by the tech bros and every guy who owns an auto dealer? All the bad entrepreneurs who can't get out of their own way.
My ex-wife. I played for a life partner. If I was playing to win then, I would have passed her by. She's nobody's prize, and she knew it.
She WAS playing to win—but didn't have the staying power or the chops to achieve what she so urgently desired. She wanted the strange stew of power/fortune/fame reserved for Internet influencers.
The poor kid. She got stuck with me! No wonder she was such an asshole!
I think she's turning 60 in 2026. I certainly won't be there. She convinced all our mutual friends that I'm pond scum. They won't invite me! And I've had them all blocked for years to make sure none of their bacteria slips into my spa pool.
Now that some of the damage my marriage caused has healed I see what was doing wrong: if there was something I desired, and there was a conflict, I politely kept my wishes private. So—I would never go near a married woman (Mina—you lied. And then gaslighted me fo 30 years Admit it.) I was attracted to. I would never pursue an acquisition or a an employee if someone else appeared to need the success.
And look what it got me. A shitty life partner. Years of therapy. Self-medication. Loneliness.
I'm 70. Turns out, I think I have a knack for playing to win.
How do I know? I'm fucking your wife!!! I just fired you for being useless. I'm selling my business for 20x.
I'll get around to fucking my ex-wife for her cruelty soon. My unremarkable mistake. Playing for connection. Playing for a partner.
Playing for someone who could walk me home. Someone who would wait for me if I fell behind.
Playing for a winner.
Maybe you're thinking "isn't that the point? Who has the most shekels at the end?"
You must be one of the mindless supporters of capitalism but you're probably right. I always played for partnership. For loyalty. For seeing process and product improvements through to the very end.
So how did I come to aspire to the same goals shared by the tech bros and every guy who owns an auto dealer? All the bad entrepreneurs who can't get out of their own way.
My ex-wife. I played for a life partner. If I was playing to win then, I would have passed her by. She's nobody's prize, and she knew it.
She WAS playing to win—but didn't have the staying power or the chops to achieve what she so urgently desired. She wanted the strange stew of power/fortune/fame reserved for Internet influencers.
The poor kid. She got stuck with me! No wonder she was such an asshole!
I think she's turning 60 in 2026. I certainly won't be there. She convinced all our mutual friends that I'm pond scum. They won't invite me! And I've had them all blocked for years to make sure none of their bacteria slips into my spa pool.
Now that some of the damage my marriage caused has healed I see what was doing wrong: if there was something I desired, and there was a conflict, I politely kept my wishes private. So—I would never go near a married woman (Mina—you lied. And then gaslighted me fo 30 years Admit it.) I was attracted to. I would never pursue an acquisition or a an employee if someone else appeared to need the success.
And look what it got me. A shitty life partner. Years of therapy. Self-medication. Loneliness.
I'm 70. Turns out, I think I have a knack for playing to win.
How do I know? I'm fucking your wife!!! I just fired you for being useless. I'm selling my business for 20x.
I'll get around to fucking my ex-wife for her cruelty soon. My unremarkable mistake. Playing for connection. Playing for a partner.
Playing for someone who could walk me home. Someone who would wait for me if I fell behind.
Playing for a winner.
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