I swapped my mouse pad for an absorbent towel, and the market burst into tears
Lately, whenever I watch the market, I keep feeling my palms get sweaty. I suspected the air around my desk was too dry, leaving the bulls severely dehydrated. So, in the middle of the night, I swapped my mouse pad for a fluffy, extra-thick face towel, thinking this would finally moisturize the charts into a flourishing springtime scene. As soon as I laid the towel down, I solemnly hit the button to open a position. But the moment the chart loaded, the line that had been half-dead suddenly started twitching like it had been electrocuted. Then the entire green candlestick began shaking violently on the screen, and a lush green waterfall came streaming straight down. Even more absurdly, the face towel was so absorbent that it soaked up the half-cup of iced tea that had just tipped over on my desk, then sent every last drop cascading over the edge and onto my sneakers. At last, I understood: an extra-thick towel can soak up the sweat on my palms, but it can't soak up the market's merciless mockery. The big players aren't in the waterworks business. Their only KPI, around the clock, is to wait until I've set up my absorbent wonder, then turn around and flood my account until I'm drenched to the bone.
Lately, whenever I watch the market, I keep feeling my palms get sweaty. I suspected the air around my desk was too dry, leaving the bulls severely dehydrated. So, in the middle of the night, I swapped my mouse pad for a fluffy, extra-thick face towel, thinking this would finally moisturize the charts into a flourishing springtime scene. As soon as I laid the towel down, I solemnly hit the button to open a position. But the moment the chart loaded, the line that had been half-dead suddenly started twitching like it had been electrocuted. Then the entire green candlestick began shaking violently on the screen, and a lush green waterfall came streaming straight down. Even more absurdly, the face towel was so absorbent that it soaked up the half-cup of iced tea that had just tipped over on my desk, then sent every last drop cascading over the edge and onto my sneakers. At last, I understood: an extra-thick towel can soak up the sweat on my palms, but it can't soak up the market's merciless mockery. The big players aren't in the waterworks business. Their only KPI, around the clock, is to wait until I've set up my absorbent wonder, then turn around and flood my account until I'm drenched to the bone.