I used to think that people like us who trade crypto and stocks were something of a fringe group in society,
not accepted by the mainstream, and a little divided in how we saw ourselves,
so we were careful with our words and actions, and when we went out, we lived by the motto “the happy should yield”—we put up with whatever we could.
But then, just this past week, I suddenly realized I’m the real threat to social stability. I’ve lost so much that other people now have to go out of their way to yield to me.
Fuck, I’m so irritable—even dogs passing by make me want to yell at them.