Up 1500 on the trade. "This one is going to be a nice one. It ain't even started, expecting a 10x more..".
The unbiased scalper in me checks the chart. We are at HTF resistance, unlikely that we just break-thru i think to myself. "Looks like a top too". Even say that to my friend. At the same time i realize, yeah if it is the top, i might look smart, but i am not taking any responsibility and action... All i see is a fucken potential 15grand reward.... "Let your winners run i say to myself", and i do nothing.
I go to sleep. Fuck, it was a top indeed. Dumped, but bounced back up when i woke up at same profit. It's not looking good, higher timeframes now look like a top too and price is rejecting. "Should i close?" I think about the potential profits, i do nothing.
I even get a short setup on lower timeframes, i wanted to atleast hedge the position.
"Volatility is too low, i can't make a profit, it probably only dumps 0.2%, i'd barely cover the fees".
"It will dump a little, but then go up higher, have to hold " (That's what i thought and believed).
I went on to meditate for 10mins, and i noticed it. "I feel like I am slightly derailing….lacking off..if it ain't happening it ain't..manage the situation..!". Wrote that in the diary before shit happened. I knew that i was getting away from what i do well, which is playing the god damn setups and managing the positions.
And baam it dumps down hard. I wasn't actively watching there( i didn't even want to watch, i just hoped to come back to profits), but i just happened to check the monitors. I was lucky to have just not been stopped by a damn tick, the price bounced back to my entry so i close the position at breakeven, probably slight loss after fees.
It was an instant reaction, i did not know what i was doing, but i could feel the fucking was coming and did the right thing. So there was atleast an element of luck, or i would've lost 500.
Angry as angry gets. When i get angry though it's usually just a burst that goes thru my body very quickly, lasts a few seconds, i stomp on the table unconsciously and curse, but after that it clears the fog and brings me to focus very quickly.
I feel fucking nothing if i lose a trade, i feel even less if i win, but if i don't act as intended, if there are regrets, I WANT TO FUCKING CARVE MY EYEBALLS OUT.
Anyways i used to have a tendancy to keep perpetuating the bad feelings, but by the time i finished this post, honestly i don't even care anymore. Even though i felt clear, there was still that element of wanting to fight back and do something, so i decided to write a post about it instead.
Kinda ironic though how i say that i don't care about winning or losing, but pretty much every time, when i think about a big reward, my mind goes fucking crazy. Holy shit it's like a firework goes off. Might be a slight of a gambling issue there, because as they say it's not the reward by itself that feels good, but the anticipation of.