Nice to see you have a strong and happy marriage. Yes losing one's lifelong partner is a very scary thing but it's a reality that one sooner or later may face. Hence I suggested face to face support group.
The other day I met a trader
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Nice to see you have a strong and happy marriage. Yes losing one's lifelong partner is a very scary thing but it's a reality that one sooner or later may face. Hence I suggested face to face support group.
I don't think anythings wrong imo. People can be judging, disrespectful and tend to put their nose where it does not belong. I personally don't like meeting people, I like staying home trading, playing video games or just having some peace and quiet. After all home is where the sanctuary lies, satisfied better when making money at trading 
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.I don't think anythings wrong imo. People can be judging, disrespectful and tend to put their nose where it does not belong. I personally don't like meeting people, I like staying home trading, playing video games or just having some peace and quiet. After all home is where the sanctuary lies, satisfied better when making money at trading
A man after my own heart.
I got taken in my 50's when it was apparent something was wrong and working at a real job was not going to be an option anymore.
Asperger syndrome is a broad category. It is on the autism scale. It has to be professionally diagnosed. I have Aspergers and I know other Aspys. We are all different. We do have one thing in common - social interaction is a chore at best.
I did fine as a software engineer until it became more and more a "social" science when Agile development came on the scene. I was moved from a private office to a "commune" of developers and I freaked. I am now a happy trader at home looking at charts.
I did fine as a software engineer until it became more and more a "social" science when Agile development came on the scene. I was moved from a private office to a "commune" of developers and I freaked. I am now a happy trader at home looking at charts.
Have you tried to appear naked before the commune?
Seriously, few people here are too funny and crazy. And the first respond 
@ElectricSavant we may want to meet you, but not necessarily your personal identity. We need you to share anything out of your skills, experiences, entertainment, humors, and also this thread. We all are made for trading each other, not for self.
But I do feel that it'd be too much spoilt if you have media friends more than real/in-person friends. Because this involves lots of gadgets. And gadgets do spoil the surroundings. Whatdasay?
@ElectricSavant we may want to meet you, but not necessarily your personal identity. We need you to share anything out of your skills, experiences, entertainment, humors, and also this thread. We all are made for trading each other, not for self.
But I do feel that it'd be too much spoilt if you have media friends more than real/in-person friends. Because this involves lots of gadgets. And gadgets do spoil the surroundings. Whatdasay?
WildTrader,
All the world's a stage
ES
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
All the world's a stage
ES
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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Speech: “All the world’s a stage” (from As You Like It, spoken by Jaques) by William Shakespeare ( 26 April 1564 —23 April 1616)