Becoming a Bitcoiner is like tripping over a magic internet rock and waking up in a black hole of intellectual gravity.
You came for the number go up.
Now you’re reverse-engineering the Bretton Woods system at 2 a.m., arguing with a Dutch guy about tax treaties, reading Japanese bond yield curves for fun, and filing a PFIC election because some guy on Twitter said Metaplanet is bullish.
You learn macroeconomics, securities law, monetary history, game theory, energy policy, shadow banking, sovereign debt dynamics, and Austrian philosophy...
VOLUNTARILY.
You’ve become the final form of a late-stage fiat victim:
An autodidactic monster with laser eyes and a Fidelity login, obsessed with custody frameworks and wondering if the Cayman Islands count as a hostile jurisdiction.
And the craziest part?
You love it.
Bitcoin is the only asset in history that turns normies into geopolitical savants and finance bros into time monks.
It’s an intellectual initiation ritual into how the world really works.
And once you see it…
There’s no going back.