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I would simply call it irony but then again, to relate poker in anyway to life is pseudo philosophy. Its sad that I will commit that very mistake as I write this. Little choice do I have.
Its 4 AM and I am back from what I would choose to call a healthy day of poker. Obviously healthy because I won. I guess winning in poker has more to do with realizing that the game has little to do with luck and more to do with hard work and strategy. Just as everything else in the world, success at the very end comes through luck and not via hard work.
The irony has to do with doing laundry at 4AM. I have smelly socks. I need to deal with them before I need to go running again. I decide that if I do two loads of laundry, my dirty clothes accumulated over the many weeks, can be stowed away until their turn comes by again. Alas I have fifteen quarters and I fall one short. 25 cents. That was all it took to make the difference. Little did it matter that this was the day that my luck saw me through 52 cards and seven people.
And here it comes, “such is life………” 
I think its true to a large extent that most works of art, be it music, film or literature grows on you. And of course ‘art imitates life’ and a period of gestation where thought and experience are the only means of pondering over a book or a movie helps increases ones appreciation. I have seen it happen many times before. My favourite book, Love in the time of Cholera, did not become my favourite book until six months after I had read it. Somewhere in some remote corner of my mind, the book lived its life. Perhaps influencing my thoughts and actions, perhaps influencing my very philosophy of life (if I might be permitted to use a word of such grandeur to explain my outlook towards my everyday)
Anyway now I go about sufficiently advertising its must read nature and I have half a mind to seek reimbursement from the publisher for the profits he must have made.
