Do you now understand the wisdom in the phrase: Itâs not as important that I succeed, as it is that my friends fail? Itâs all around you â everywhere you look. Maybe even in your mirror. Is my story true? Maybe. It could be. I certainly wouldnât be the first to go down that road. How about you? Could you see yourself in the things I talked about? What if it is true, unembellished, the gospel. What if itâs only partly true? What if itâs a pack of lies â just another figment of my imagination. Let me really use my imagination â let me really put it to work imagining what some of you went through as you read what I had to say. I imagine that some of you want it to be true â need it to be true. Need to know that someone, anyone is worse off than you are. I imagine that some of you are afraid that itâs true. Afraid that if it happened to me, it could happen to you. Am I getting warm? People love to witness someone elseâs misery. They will deny it, but itâs why they slow down to gawk at a traffic accident. The sight of blood, the smell of guts strewn on the pavement. With luck, the sound of a human being crying out in agony. But hereâs the real bitch â only I know for sure how much, if any of the story is true. Only I know why I posted it. But there is a benefit to be had here â each of you got exactly what you wanted from it. Everyoneâs favorite pain in the ass (no names, please) came away vindicated â he thinks that there is an even bigger loser then he on the board. A couple others got a chance to offer advice â well, not so much advice as reinforcement of the things they tell themselves. And there was a lecture or two - â again, self-serving. And tomorrow is another day. If I am for real, you may yet get everything you want â the complete and utter destruction of a namelees, faceless human being, right before your very eyes.
schadenfreude it is also common for people to attack SOMEONE ELSE for what they dislike about THEMSELVES. when i was really struggling with my trading, i bet you LOVED it. you knew you couldn't trade either, so you enjoyed seeing me fail. it felt good to call me a "fuck-up" because you, YOURSELF, couldn't trade either. i really hope you're not complaining about people taking pleasure in other people's pain. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID TO ME. if you don't like something, don't do it, too. just pointing out your ongoing HYPOCRISY. sorry, but compared to me, you're truly a mental midget. i'll stop badgering you now, since even i know not to kick a man when he's down.
If you made that story up, you should seek help immediately. If you didn't, you should stop trading immediately, then seek help immediately afterwards. OldTrader
Tampa, You're a great entertainer. Ever since you started talking about selling body parts to raise trading capital and how your wife threw you out on the lawn I've read this thread as very entertaining fiction. The most entertaining part about it is all the folks who get so wrought up over your foibles. They curse, they plea, they chortle, and it makes the whole thing all the more funny. I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse, but may your life run out before your money does! Cheer, kp
If so, there's no reason not to assume that the five-part "autobiography" is a fiction as well. In the end, it doesn't make much difference, at least no more so than any other journal.
"And tomorrow is another day. If I am for real, you may yet get everything you want â the complete and utter destruction of a namelees, faceless human being, right before your very eyes." That is not what I want. I would be satisfied if, in reality, you are or can become successful in trading, from whatever perspective you care to define it. I believe your intention in first coming to this board was with that idea in mind. This is only my opinion.