I’m making great progress getting this ore out of this hole I’m working in.
Of course, the goal was to move east, not down, so I could find some sheep and make some wool clothes and then climb on top of that giant mountain to the west.
So I’m working on addressing my actual needs, which are to stop digging and move east.
I sometimes think I might be addicted to ore.
And I wonder how that happens exactly. I mean, yes, in a sense, mining is a bit like gambling. You’re reading the walls and the things around you, and making decisions on what to do next… and there’s no guarantee that anything will pan out, literally.
But on the other hand, it’s long hard work.
Well, I mean, I guess gambling isn’t all that different.
I remember my Uncle Sy telling me about how he’d go out gambling every Sunday, while Aunt Sylvia was in church. He’d spend hours trying to judge every other player, the dealer, the security staff, the cards… it sounded like a lot of the kind of work I don’t like doing: working with people.
I suppose if I was the type of person who needed to be around other people I would have gone mad here by now.
Not to say that I haven’t, but, I’m not really a people person.
Anyway, tomorrow I’ll start digging east again, if for no other reason than because I haven’t had warm socks in I don’t know how long.