Maybe itâs time to call it quits â throw in the towel â and admit that the trading life just doesnât agree with me.
All this buying and selling, selling and buying â it makes me nervous. So what do I do when my hands are shaking, my palms are sweaty, and Iâm starting to hear strange voices? I do what most any trader does â I reach for a little comfort food.
So Iâm sitting here waiting for the market to open â and it starts â the trembling, the sweats, and the room begins to spin. Iâm already on my forth cup of coffee when I mindlessly start eating some sweet and sour pork from last nightâs takeout â I think it was from last night, I found it behind one of my monitors. Three jelly donuts, and a half a liverwurst sandwich with mustard and onions later, I polish off the last of a half gallon of buttermilk. Iâm sitting here watching the final few minutes of the pre-market with a handful of walnuts when I start passing gas out of one end, and throwing up out of the other!
Man, we are talking one major league mess â and some serious smell to boot. Itâs all over the keyboard, the mouse and two of my monitors. So now the marketâs open, I see a trade setting up, and what do you think happens? I look down at this un-Godly goop, and I hesitate because I donât want to put my hands in this slop. Of course I did â what trader wouldnât â but by then the market moves away from my entry, and I miss the trade.
That wouldnât have happened a year ago, even a month ago. Iâm losing my edge, man â maybe the time has come to move on â I guess I just have it any more.
All this buying and selling, selling and buying â it makes me nervous. So what do I do when my hands are shaking, my palms are sweaty, and Iâm starting to hear strange voices? I do what most any trader does â I reach for a little comfort food.
So Iâm sitting here waiting for the market to open â and it starts â the trembling, the sweats, and the room begins to spin. Iâm already on my forth cup of coffee when I mindlessly start eating some sweet and sour pork from last nightâs takeout â I think it was from last night, I found it behind one of my monitors. Three jelly donuts, and a half a liverwurst sandwich with mustard and onions later, I polish off the last of a half gallon of buttermilk. Iâm sitting here watching the final few minutes of the pre-market with a handful of walnuts when I start passing gas out of one end, and throwing up out of the other!
Man, we are talking one major league mess â and some serious smell to boot. Itâs all over the keyboard, the mouse and two of my monitors. So now the marketâs open, I see a trade setting up, and what do you think happens? I look down at this un-Godly goop, and I hesitate because I donât want to put my hands in this slop. Of course I did â what trader wouldnât â but by then the market moves away from my entry, and I miss the trade.
That wouldnât have happened a year ago, even a month ago. Iâm losing my edge, man â maybe the time has come to move on â I guess I just have it any more.