The story an old guy in the group told a while back—I’ve remembered it to this day.
He used to help people install surveillance cameras in Huaqiangbei. After a whole year, he didn’t make much. Bit by bit, he managed to accumulate nearly half a year’s worth of Bitcoin. During last summer’s pullback, he emptied all his “bullets”—every last cent. On a Tuesday night in October, the price had just crawled back to a little below his cost basis. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head: liquidate everything, stop playing, and start sleeping well tomorrow.
He said his finger was hovering over his phone. The screen was face down, and light leaked out through the edge gap. He stood in the kitchen for more than ten minutes, poured himself a cup of water and poured it out again. In the end, he didn’t press the button. He’d been staring at the chart too fast—one hesitation, and in those few fractions of a second, he missed the price in his head. That night he was so angry he smoked on the balcony.
Then the next day, a single huge bullish candle literally brought back everything he’d been holding for half a year. If he’d pressed it that day, he wouldn’t have even had soup to drink. But that wave—he kept holding all the way until only recently, then sold in batches. In the end, his profit really was about two or three times his cost. He replaced the toolbox he used for setting up surveillance systems with a new one.
But the cruelest part wasn’t even that. At the end of his story, he added one more line: “What if I’d been a little faster with my finger that day?” The whole passage just stopped right there. Even now, I still haven’t asked him how much he actually made. Tell me—if a decision to liquidate on impulse could also change someone’s fate at the same time.
#币圈故事 #交易心理 # risk
He used to help people install surveillance cameras in Huaqiangbei. After a whole year, he didn’t make much. Bit by bit, he managed to accumulate nearly half a year’s worth of Bitcoin. During last summer’s pullback, he emptied all his “bullets”—every last cent. On a Tuesday night in October, the price had just crawled back to a little below his cost basis. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head: liquidate everything, stop playing, and start sleeping well tomorrow.
He said his finger was hovering over his phone. The screen was face down, and light leaked out through the edge gap. He stood in the kitchen for more than ten minutes, poured himself a cup of water and poured it out again. In the end, he didn’t press the button. He’d been staring at the chart too fast—one hesitation, and in those few fractions of a second, he missed the price in his head. That night he was so angry he smoked on the balcony.
Then the next day, a single huge bullish candle literally brought back everything he’d been holding for half a year. If he’d pressed it that day, he wouldn’t have even had soup to drink. But that wave—he kept holding all the way until only recently, then sold in batches. In the end, his profit really was about two or three times his cost. He replaced the toolbox he used for setting up surveillance systems with a new one.
But the cruelest part wasn’t even that. At the end of his story, he added one more line: “What if I’d been a little faster with my finger that day?” The whole passage just stopped right there. Even now, I still haven’t asked him how much he actually made. Tell me—if a decision to liquidate on impulse could also change someone’s fate at the same time.
#币圈故事 #交易心理 # risk