Holdem, vision, perception, and groceries

On March 22, 2008 · 0 Comments

Here I am writing about something that I thought I would never be doing again. Playing poker…. I wrote a few months ago that Holdem had become too serious and the players were playing at least as well I do. What this did was turn Holdem into a matter of luck, who was going to be the luckiest in the next few hours. When I wrote that post I was absolutely certain  I was not going to be playing Holdem again.

As life would have it, some things never really change, even though most things do. Some weeks ago the weather was terrible for longer than I can sit in the house and do nothing. I had been using Holdem simulator software for fun, and I had changed the way I was playing. It was making a difference even though it did not seem correct for the table conditions I thought I was playing against at the poker room.

Poker is like chess, or any other game of skill, where the players are evenly matched at the beginning. For every strategy there is an equally effective counter strategy. My problem with my game was the game had changed and my strategy did not. For those of you who play Holdem, I started out again at $2-4, and now have a bankroll to move up to $4-8. I am showing a win in most sessions, although that is all relative, and means little other than I can play a little bigger when I wish.

It is always easier to see what is going on from the outside, when we are not personally involved in the situation. I think this is a lot like our eyesight. Over our whole development as human beings it was important for men to see a long distance and not close up. For women it was more important to have fine detail vision for close up tasks. I imagine this was because of the division of the tasks that were done. The men hunted, and the women gathered, made clothes and such.

My thinking is my little hiatus from Holdem gave me a chance to step back an look at the situation from a distance. What I had been doing was using my fine vision and expecting different results from doing the same things. The results over time may not have been that bad, but they were not have been optimal.

The same is true in our work. If you look around with a detached manner at the people in almost any work place, you find people using their fine vision performing their activities. Because they are looking at a very small picture of their work, they are missing out on the bigger rewards that they should be working towards.

For example, if you there are two similar stores of any type in your vicinity that both have the same products, say a grocery store, you usually have a favorite. Using our fine vision, reasons why we prefer one store over the other are varied. The prices are cheaper, the store is newer, parking is easier, and the list goes on and on.

This is usually the reason people feel they like one business better than another, but it is not always the truth. It may well be that if on the same day, if I walked into one grocery store and bought twenty items, and then drove to the store I did not like as well, and bought the same twenty items, the second store may have the same or cheaper prices.  So there goes any arguments for why we prefer one grocery store over another.

What really goes on is with our fine vision we enjoy the way the stock people or cashiers talk to us when we interact with them. Using our distance vision, and distancing ourselves from the situation it is easy to see the only real difference is service. If our favorite cashiers leave the store, we may find we do not like our favorite store as much anymore. In fact, the prices (really the way we are being treated) are getting higher, and the competitions prices start to look better to us. What a difference a little distance makes in how we perceive our world.

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Wisdom in an English village

On October 8, 2007 · 0 Comments

I met a man in a village in England some years ago. I was trying to hitch a ride in a small village, traveling to the coast for some sightseeing. I was standing on the road side when he approached me and asked where I was headed. On a side note, it is obvious when we are visitors to another country, but not always obvious we live six states away from where we are standing.

Natural curiosity gets the best of people and I thought this man was no different. He asked me where I was going, so I told him. Then he asked me where I started from and I told him where I was staying. He then asked me if I like the people where I was staying, and I said, yes, I thought they were very friendly people. The man then asked me what type of people did I expect to meet when I arrived at my destination? I replied I did not know how they would be.

The man changed the subject and asked about where I lived in the United States? I told him, and he followed up with another question about how did I like the people back home? I said, I liked the people back home; I thought they were nice people, they usually offered help when they could, and they were generally good people who try to do the right things.

Once again the man changed the subject and offered that perhaps I would find the people where I was going to as good as the people I already knew? I thought about this for a few seconds, and decided it may be a possibility, and offered up the people in the next town were more likely to be good people than stand off type of people. The man laughed and said, the people I met would be just the people I expected to meet. I asked him why he thought this, and he said, because I seemed a friendly person, I could expect that most people I would meet would be friendly to me.

I thought about this, and asked him why this would be? He replied that no matter where we go in life, the people around us generally do nothing more than reflect back who we are. Because I seemed a happy person, most people would act happy around me. In my lack of any real perspective on this, I had to take the man on his word. I told him, that was quite an insight on people and was he a psychologist or psychiatrist? He said no, he was unemployed, but generally did odd jobs and minor carpentry when he could get it. I then asked him if he traveled a lot? He told me no, he had never been farther than three towns away from his home in his life.

I forgot this man and his wisdom that day as I enjoyed new sights and sounds by the English seashore. It took me many years to appreciate the wisdom of his conversation though. On that day, as I walked on trying to hitch a ride, I thought what a silly person he was. Him never having been anywhere really, never even leaving the area he lived in, what could he possibly know about the world? An expert on human relations who had never been more than fifty miles from home! I know now what he knew, and what he told me turned out to be so very true, he knew a lot more about the world than I did, even though he had barely been away from home in his lifetime.

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