Anyway, I’ve been doing a lot of reflection recently, and here’s a few things that I’ve learned from some introspection.. Surely, people think that being a poker pro is fill of glitz, glamour, money and fame and no time for introspection. I promise you, it is a miserable existance for a young man who falls in love with this game before they’ve had the chance to experience life. Due to this, we find ourselves constantly questioning things that we do and others do, because we’re trying to figure out why we’re so empty despite everyone else thinking we’ve got it made.
Without further ado – 5 things I’ve analyzed. Call them Wein Wisdoms. Weindoms? Wein ramblings? I don’t care. Call them what you will.
1. Spend extra time getting to learn people’s names – Let’s be honest, people that fall back on the old saying that “they just aren’t good with names”, are HUGE douchebags. No matter what. It essentially boils down to the fact that McDouche feels that you must deem yourself interesting and worthy before McDouche can use the proper recall methods to remember your name. Don’t be that McDouche that can’t remember. If you have trouble remembering someone’s name, say their name outloud when first meeting them, and make a conscious effort to say it in your head a few times so that it sinks in. DO NOT unconsciously shake their hand and 10 seconds later have no idea whose anyone’s names are. JUST LEARN PEOPLES NAMES, damn it. It’s not that hard. If you are put on the spot ten seconds later when one of these new people you just met asks you a question, and you can’t respond properly without calling him brah too many times because you’re too damn stupid to remember his name, you’ve now been labeled a douche by that guy… FOREVER. Nice job. Solid first impression.
2. No one cares how much money you make – When I first started making money, I felt it necessary to tell everyone, in both subtle and outright ways, that I had money. Whether it was the car, the watch, or my general approach towards people, I wanted them to know. I now realize that no one cares. Surely, when you are courting a girl, having your own place and a nice car helps, but it surely doesn’t seal the deal. When I was 18 and in college I could simply talk to her, get her interested in me, and bring her home, despite the fact that I had on a six year old t-shirt on and some $12 pair of jeans my mom picked up for me. Girls much rather want to see that you are a confidant and interesting person, not that you just handled a $500,000 account. No one gives a shit about any of that, and it just makes you look like a real doucher. However, you douchey men that sit there and talk to a girl about your accounts for a long period of time are great, because while I’m standing at the bar smiling and laughing with my friends in the same place you’re being a bitch, your girlfriend will wonder why I’m so laid back and awesome. Guess what? It’s because I am. Your girlfriend is now my girlfriend, at least for the night. Good luck with that 401k account tho, broheim!
3. Make an effort. When I was younger, I used to dread Fridays and Saturdays, mostly because I had so many friends and I didn’t want to disappoint a group by saying I couldn’t hang out with them. My phone would ring many times a night. The following week would come, and whatever group I thought I had neglected I would run to, to make sure they knew they were important to me. It sounds a little superficial on the exterior here, but I loved every single group I hung out with high school for one reason or another. Thennnnnnn poker came. Phone calls slowly started dying, but could have easily picked up if I had called my friends back and tried to stay in touch. I developed an attitude of “if someone is important, they’ll call me”. The problem is that even the people that cared about you are going to give up if they are always the ones putting themselves out there to make a connection. Always, while going through life, remember to take a step down and get off your high horse and realize things from both angles. I now find myself contacting people that I haven’t spoken to in six years but were important to me back when, and guess what? They still want to be apart of my life. And more importantly, I want to be apart of theirs. Life without friendships is a shitty life. End of story.
4. Listen – I used to be that annoying person that had to dominate a conversation, and if I didn’t know the topic at hand, I’d pretend I did or change the topic to something I prefer. I realize now that, not only am I boring, but listening to other people can get you to learn a lot. Most people are actually very involved, and if you take the time to get to know people, they’ll reveal a lot to you and gives you introspection. It’s a win-win. Listening is especially important if you’re talking to a female. You can let a female know that you care simply by listening and asking questions and keeping her engaged in whatever the hell it is females blab about. Women don’t want a self-absorbed pussy that only talks about himself. They want a guy that is at least interested in what they are saying, so that they can tell their friends they felt a connection when you did the wet noodle monkey dance later that night. You might even turn that night of monkey dance into a relationship, because people appreciate a connection.
5. Making people awkward is awesome – There is nothing better in life, then making people feel as uncomfortable as possible. Why? Because if someone laughs at your attempt at making them uncomfortable, you have immediately weeded out 95% of the bullshit that goes along with meeting people, and you can jump right into the great ole times of enjoying baseball games together and being jolly with sprits and beer. Example: When walking by someone, I like to tell them they are doing a good job, and give them a high five. If someone looks at me awkwardly and leaves me hanging, they are dirty communists. If someone gives me a high five, they have potential, and although they didn’t stop to talk to me, they were probably on the phone during an important summit to cure cancer. These people have the possibility to be awesome. Now what about the people that high five, smile, and stop to talk to you? Well these are interesting people, ladies and gentemen. USHER THEM TO A DRINKING HOLE AND LEARN EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY ABOUT THESE GEMS. EACH PERSON THAT DOES THIS, IS A POTENTIAL BROMOSEXUAL FRIEND, OR WIFEY MATERIAL.
and oh boy, I’m going to regret posting this tomorrow.
Wein out
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Haha no regrets well put!!!
BS…your drunk
i would definitely fail your high five test…
i now regret not hanging with you in vegas even more…sigh
I LOVE YOU WEIN lol
Love the high five part of the story. I do random stupid shit like that all the time. Case and point…. A few years ago I was playing the Friday noon tourney at the Borgata. I played for like 7 hours and just missed the money. Went out on a bad beat (won’t tell the story as I hate hearing them just the same). So, being the savage that I am, I like cheering myself up with some good eats after I bust out of a tourney. I strolled on down to Old Homestead to feast on some filet and mashed. Well, they didn’t have any seating available for just me at the Chef’s table. Hostess was pretty happy to tell me that too I thought. So I rambled over to Bobby Flay to try the “Philly Strip Steak” that my friend had recently raved about. Well, to my dismay Bobby Flay was closed that week for whatever reason. Feeling defeated I went downstairs and had a Tony Luke’s cheesesteak. I ate half of it and then went to the elevator to go to my room. As I got to the elevator it was closing, but I somehow managed to pirouette and ballerina this 6’2 290 lb. ginormous frame into the elevator, albeit without losing the other half of my cheesesteak. Smiling, and proud of my accomplishment I look up and see 3 beautiful girls 8-10 years younger than me. I was sweating, unshaven, cheesesteak in one hand, room key and kit kat in other. They were just staring at the colossal disaster before them not saying a word. I was so embarrassed, wanted to remain cool, but that was not happening. So I lowered my head and said “Just to let y’all know I got gas” as the elevator took off. I was expecting them to be repulsed, to start making fun of this 30 year old loser. Well 2 of them did, but 1 of them started laughing uncotrollably, snorting, and heaving. I started laughing too. Guess what? I married her last month. lol Keep on keeping on. Do your thing!
Hey Wein. Where did u stay at WSOP for the ME. Was it at the Bellagio? I remember talking to a guy in the taxi line on Day 1d and 2b.
Nice story Itsmeuidiot
Great post Weinaments!
Really nice post! Cheers
Gang, I Just joined your site yesterday or so and I love the honesty and craziness you guys share!! Awesome. I come from two worlds that I think are similar to the Poker World, Music Biz and Umpire biz (baseball). So many characters but I gotta tell ya guys, the “Poker World” of the serious players is da Bomb!!
I hope I get to know some of you guys as I improve my game. I’m an “oldie goldie” (I’ll be 55 Dec. 12th), though I must say, I look great…the girls still think I look 40 something…LOL!
I just moved to Vegas in August and my learning curve is on HIGH OCTANE…and I noticed (so far), you guys younger than me..that’s where it’s at. Not because I wanna feel young…naw…I got that down!! It’s because you guys take the game very seriously and I can keep up with the trends of how the game is being played today!! And yet, I only started playing part-time 2 years ago and seriously just recently….so “Rock on” TPE and members…I’m glad I joined!!
wow Wein…so introspective…when I was 25-30..I was so busy chasing “puntang” (sorry Ladies), I couldn’t even spell “Introspective”!!
lol, very good post.
really weird…i just read this for whatever reason since its like 5 months oldish…but i totally relate to the ambien regrets then getting love for wateveritisididlastnight…and high fives are my trade mark with random people…fwiw if you can get a random girl to laugh and high 5 you…you got about 95-99%ish to get laid that night -ThePimpOfPoker
p.s. wein plz stop snapping my 4bet jams on you with AJ when im holding AT…jo momz on stars…you sicko…i seen you mention that in a vid…although your read on my range was good…your read on my demeanor was off…I wasnt giving you shit for the call…rather I was giving you props for being such a sick ass poker player…who happened to own my life…good luck meng
or better yet…high 5 wein!