Thanks for the link. Reading the unabridged version of the story, it sounds legit. The first month of my career was the worst month of my life. I went from academic superstar to moron in a day.

One of the main things that I've actually enjoyed about this world is that exact effect (weird, I know.) My shameful, dirty little secret has always been that most things come easily to me; I've always felt like I'm cheating at life, especially when I watch other people struggle with it. This has been shockingly hard - although that may simply be a) that I had absolutely zero clue about
anything financial a year ago, and b) my expectations of my own performance and how hard I've been driving myself to learn, with the additional spur that I find this more compelling and a better fit for my personality than almost anything else I've ever run across.
Oddly, the first day I ever got to trade, contrary to most people whose hands are shaking and who nearly piss themselves, I took to it like a fish to water. I put on a performance that had most of the traders in the pit asking me to calm down, and telling me I’d last a week if I didn’t. I never calmed down. To this day, knowing 100 times more than I did then, I would be horrified if I had to trade against my 24 year old self. He would have eaten me alive, spit me out, pissed on the remains, and laughed all the while.
Wow. It would have been fascinating to see that much concentrated fire... always bearing in mind what happens when you stand too close to one.
I don't much do regrets; they just make life suck for zero positive return. But I do feel a bit wistful for my younger self, who (physically) spent a lot of time around Wall Street in the early 90s but never even imagined that he could be part of that absolutely fascinating world. My life has been pretty damn awesome overall - again, it's as if I've always had cheat codes for much of it, or have been lucky beyond reason - but... as harsh as the many descriptions I've heard of it are, I'd have paid the toll gladly. Trading gives me a direct
grip on things - of which money is one of the smaller parts - that I realize, more and more as time passes, I've deeply wanted for a long time.
(I don't think I'm idealizing it; I've got enough broad life experience, and plenty of rational cynicism, to gauge it fairly well. Large financial losses are not exactly fun. But they're not exclusive to trading - risk is an
inevitable part of life - and I consider the risk profile of an active one to be
infinitely better than cowering in some sort of imaginary "safety", which does not exist. Nor is a financial crash any sort of an ultimate catastrophe; with my broad variety of skill sets, I know I can always make money and start again.)
"I've got no problem letting whatever bygones be bygones." - I've had physical altercations with people that an hour later I was out having drinks with. This was fairly common to see on the floor.
My introduction to my first, and for a long time best, friend in this country was via that rather direct method. Two minutes after we got into a scratch basketball game, he and I were pounding the hell out of each other - and separated, both bleeding, with a bit of respect for each other's fighting skills. A couple of minutes later, we told everybody else to fuck off with their advice and side-taking, and walked off together. His mom shook her finger at us, patched us up, and rolled a joint that we could share. Hollywood in the 70s was an... interesting experience for an immigrant kid who spoke about ->yay<- much English.
Damn, but I sure do miss Aaron. Wonder where he is these days.