So some idiot reminded me of how much I used to enjoy poker. I mean I don't think I ever liked poker because of the nature of the game, the nature of the game meant I was good at it and I liked it because I was good. I think that's why I haven't been enjoying getting back so much because rather than rediscovering the game I've been playing like a dribbling retard and I don't like living in a world were I'm not the best, especially if that world is as lowly as 1/2NL.
In any case, I'm still playing like a total spedtard but at least I got to sit at a table today where it worked out that I was far away the best player at the table. Let me show you todays session;
So yeh it was a pretty whatever session and the universe once again proved its love for me by providing a fish that was shoving everyhand and i managed to book 1.7 at 5/1. Nice. The reason this table was awesome for me and I booked ~1300 while the average player at the table only gained like between 1 and 2 bis (one guy even lost money to him haha) was because I was happy to get it in. These nits really didn't open up their game that much.
So I guess this really just reiterates the told and told again lesson that you've heard before. If you want to be good at poker not giving a shit about money is a good start.