I work at the Casino. There is this guy who comes in everyday who I call "
Sex", named after the perennial 'So You Think You Can Dance' contestant. He goes around writing the results of random Baccarat games, to what end I don't know as he rarely plays. He hovers around the Baccarat pit then will inexplicably dart towards a table that grabs his attention. Every once in a while he'll approach a game as the shoe is concluding so he'll narrowly miss his chance to feign putting on a bet. There's this funny moment where "
Sex" tries to act cool, being nonchalant about not being able to carry out his frivolous ritual.
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| Dave Kenneth "Sex" Soller of 'So You Think You Can Dance' fame |
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| Baccarat shoe history |
You know that feeling you get when you pretend to check your phone when you feel awkwardly alone in public and in your head you're thinking "FML, What am I doing with my life? I'm pretending to look at phones now!".
I imagine "
Sex's" whole life is like that. That said, I also picture him to be happy.
The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus
I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He, too, concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a masters seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
- Home Reading: '
Myth of Sisyphus' by Albert Camus - On the Writer, Actor and Traveler
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