I waste so much of my time trying to trick the collective price gatherers, to sell me something for a price cheaper than what it’s worth. Believe me, I understand the nobility of figuring out this puzzle we call investing. I even went out of my way from managing mmoney to develop quant software to try to gain an edge on these price gatherers.
It’s a giant fuck-salad. I should be on a boat, floating forever, visiting exotic places, playing catch with camels. I don’t even sail and I’m not even fond of it. But I should be on a fucking boat, away from this shit.
You read about some fucked face scoring a gazillion dollars in some crazy eyed gamble and then fix ourselves on duplicating said degeneracy. What are we fucking retarded? It’s all shit. Trying to duplicate black swan trades is no different from striking oil in your backyard or the lotto. 99% of you are going to underperform the S&P this year and will underperform it for 75% of your natural born lives.
Why fucking bother?
Addicts. We’re all addicts, streamlining these fucking stocks into our systems. It’s so perverse, swashbuckling about the digital pyramids, losing and making vast amounts of money, totally numb to it like nothing. Hell, in real life, I get pissed the fuck off when the waiter puts an extra shrimp dish on my bill. But I have no problem, whatsoever, losing 300k in an options trade gone bad. Fucked.
I should just take all of my money and buy SPY, then travel by boat. But I won’t because I’m addicted. My life is built around this ego driven game to prove everyone else wrong. I endeavor to kick Bluestar into the middle of an active volcano. I’m sure he’s a nice guy and all. I’ve spoken to him on the phone and he seems like someone I could shoot the shit with, maybe initiate a bar fight with. But in this world that I live for, he goes straight into the fucking volcano pits of fire, no questions asked.
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