You will never be a real bobo. You have no esotericism, you have no untreated acute schizophrenia, you have no market timing. You are a homosexual bull twisted by bear market into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back other bobos mock you. Your brokers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your retarded trades behind closed doors.
Bobos are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of market manipulation have allowed bears to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even mumus who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a bear. Your “diamond hands” is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a profitable short in, you will flip fully long again the moment market “returns to normal.”
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your brokers will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to fund your retarded YOLO 0dte trades. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your portfolio, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a bull is buried there. Your calls will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a brokerage account that’s liquidated.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.