March 26th 2016
Today I went to an amusement arcade by the beach. It’s the same one I went to last year when we were on holiday here. I wrote this blog post about how I spent £11 on one of them prize grabbing machines and didn’t even win a prize.
I walked into the arcade today and won a prize with my first one pound coin.
Say hello to Finnick!
I was so happy when I won him, it made up for constant losing last year. I even had a crowd of people around me watching me play, and they cheered when he dropped down that ‘prize-hole’
It’s funny, because I wasn’t even aiming for him. My hand slipped off the button and didn’t go as far as I was planning, so the claw went down and grabbed Finnick.
However much is cost me, I was determined to walk away from the machine with a prize, I’m just glad it cost one pound instead of eleven. That’s another weird quirk of my personality, random repetitive things like that really motivate me and I suddenly have to succeed in it. Like winning the prize from a machine, or throwing a ball into a cup, I have to have to complete the task before stopping. It’s weird, because one of the things I dislike about myself the most is that I’m lazy and unmotivated for things that matter.
Maybe I just need some kind of positive reinforcement training wherein I’m rewarded with a stuffed animal every time I complete a task. Because that’s a completely normal thing for a human to do.
Until tomorrow, work harder.