It’s funny how I go through radical, irrational, mood swings, regarding the status of my job. Most people that I know would literally saw off one of their arms to make the type of money that I do in a given year, yet I feel as if it’s the stupidest job on the face of the planet, monotonous rabble in a world up to its ears in feces. I get to listen to all sorts of sub-humans discuss their brilliant ideas, day in and day out, ad nauseam, until I almost start believing in them. I’m getting stockholm syndrome sitting at this desk all these years and I’m not better for it.
Let us gawk at the market, every second of it of every day, with hopes of picking the right set of stocks at the right time, before all hell breaks loose, so that we might finance ourselves with the aims of self-aggrandizement.
When the trend breaks down, instead of being constructive about the price action, let us surrender to base human instinct and run for cover, letting fear dominate our emotions–leading to catastrophic losses. When prices rip higher, let us allow greed, envy, and gluttony replace reason, taking outsized risks, not because we need to, but because we want to.
While you’re doing all of that, take a selfie and post it on Facebook so that all of your non-friend friends can like it and tell you how awesome you look.
Momo stocks still suck though.