I've been banned previously from this site (some year ago).
I'm in options since 10 years. Not very precocious.
In starting to understand what this is all about, since 5 years. I would have failed (and have failed) every Math Olympics contest in my country and sub-country (federal state) that exists, existed (I went there and they failed me) and will exist.
Luckily, the sub-sub-sub level of organizing shit realized that I exist and gave me a chance, in that it employed me. I wake up at 7, go work till 17, try to not make such a fuss on the fact that I'm thinking of a different woman at 17:05, come back at 18:00 and if I'm lucky and noone cares anymore, I get to work till 19:00 when my wife calls and tells me I gotta be home 21:00 the latest or this is the last time. I know I can't get ever better than 1 hour but I still have one in front of me so this has lead to some weird but functional thought processes.
I don't wish any of you go trough what I do since about 30 years. The point where I realized Santa Claus doesn't exist and I got three choices:
1) Plunge back into oblivion, like this guy appeared from.
2) Go with the flow.
3) Explain, at least to myself, why all this happens and why.
I'm in options since 10 years. Not very precocious.
In starting to understand what this is all about, since 5 years. I would have failed (and have failed) every Math Olympics contest in my country and sub-country (federal state) that exists, existed (I went there and they failed me) and will exist.
Luckily, the sub-sub-sub level of organizing shit realized that I exist and gave me a chance, in that it employed me. I wake up at 7, go work till 17, try to not make such a fuss on the fact that I'm thinking of a different woman at 17:05, come back at 18:00 and if I'm lucky and noone cares anymore, I get to work till 19:00 when my wife calls and tells me I gotta be home 21:00 the latest or this is the last time. I know I can't get ever better than 1 hour but I still have one in front of me so this has lead to some weird but functional thought processes.
I don't wish any of you go trough what I do since about 30 years. The point where I realized Santa Claus doesn't exist and I got three choices:
1) Plunge back into oblivion, like this guy appeared from.
2) Go with the flow.
3) Explain, at least to myself, why all this happens and why.
