I don’t feel like I should go out and drop another $20 on a monumental long shot, all because of the hopes and dreams of an exorbitant, life-changing payout. Not to mention that I kind of already had it lucky, because of my $100 payout from the first ticket, I was kind of playing with house money; but I had it in my mind that if nobody kept winning, and the jackpot kept growing, it wasn’t going to be the end of the world if I dropped another $20 each week.
So in the end, I spent $60 on three drawing cycles, but because I won $100 by virtue of matching four numbers, I came out ahead $40. Now imagine how much shittier I’d have felt by spending $60 without any sort of payback? That would’ve sucked. $60 is like, new-release date video game, dinner for two with the mythical girlfriend, or dinner for one at a Brazilian steakhouse.
Silly as it might’ve been, I actually had hope, that I might be the lucky draw out of the odds of 292 million, that I could win this. I mean, I can’t imagine that if there wasn’t even the most tiniest sliver of hope, anyone would play at all, but it still seems like a silly notion to have hopes like winning the lottery.