Sat down at a high-stakes blackjack table, felt colder than Siberia ❄️… and instead of walking, I kept upping my bets, convinced my luck HAD to change. Wrong move. Five straight losses became fifteen minutes of regret. Worst part? I didn’t even enjoy the action — I was stressed, chasing ghosts. Tip: Set a hard stop before the cards hit the felt. 🃏 Losses hurt more when pride takes the wheel. My bankroll needed a break. Lesson learned: better to walk losing than run desperate 💸 Anyone else made this painful detour?