How often playing the cards we're dealt is a ridiculous rationalization to the metaphor of life being a game of poker.
Some people beside you are counting cards while others near you have an ace up their sleeve, and all the while the dealer's drawing from the bottom of the deck.
Meanwhile, everyone's piles of chips get higher, the crowd around you dissipates as yours gets smaller, and you wonder why you sat at the table in the first place.
The hell with this game and everyone at it.
