Mostly from embarrassment that for over thirty years I desperately wanted to trade full time, and now I find that I don't like it much. But the actuarial tables are catching up with me. When I hit 67 they say my life expectancy is 15.5 years and my probability of death is 1.3%. With those odds I might as well take up sky diving.
Babelfish translated that from Louisiana Cajun French into Standard English as "All of Metarie say you be cool, Arthur! But ET will give you acid udder!"