Pick your Hand

Dealer

We don't get to pick our cards before we are born.

I like to think that we do after birth.

With the card facing down, of course, just like this picture. We learn the choices we make when we turn and assemble the cards.

How do we pick then? We assign superfluous meanings to the back of cards. Lazy? Get the Dealer to pick. Of course, the card game that is life, has an exception: you never know how many decks there are.

A single card does not make a good hand. Alternatively, it can break a good one when you are a perfectionist.

In Blackjack; Greed.
Dog. Bone. Reflection.
Should we resign to the odds?

We sometimes get tired of playing and instead share our deck with another. Compare. Share?

When everyone gets into a pair, the odds of the game suddenly change.

The strength of the cooperation depends on honesty and willingness to share cards. Will you show me your real hand? How should we split the earnings?

It was fun while we thought about the possible hands. And then there is the drama of getting your own cards back.

Secretly trading cards with a third party? Adultery? Depending on the rules you have with your "rightful" partner, they might never know.

What if they find out? Anger replies: why did you violate our trust to better your cards? What is different about the trust between spouses and partners in poker?

I wonder if I'll ever show my cards to another player again. I doubt I can deal with the hassle. At least for now.