You’ve fixated on the anomaly—the one in ten thousand who turned pocket change into a fortune. Marvelous. But let’s address the unspoken truth: for every viral “success,” there are countless corpses of portfolios buried at $0.17. The market whispers "luck" to the naive and "arithmetic" to the astute. Observe the pattern: novices sprint toward hype, wallets ablaze with desperation. They call it “investing.” I call it statistical surrender. Memecoins are not assets; they are litmus tests for impulse control. While the masses fumble with leverage and prayers, the disciplined dissect trends, liquidity, and the frail psychology of the herd.
A question, rhetorical yet revealing: Can you define volatility decay? Or does your strategy begin with a TikTok influencer and end with a screenshot of your losses? The difference between recklessness and strategy is not subtle—it is cavernous. If you insist on dancing with chaos, allocate 95% to memecoins. Let the market tutor you in humility. Or, if clarity strikes, assign 5% to your fantasies and deploy the remainder toward assets that reward logic, not lottery tactics. The market is a mirror. It reflects not what you hope to see, but what you refuse to learn.