I’m not a crypto-believer. I’m just here for the snacks.
I post a chart:
“Looks bearish. Might drop.”
And boom — out of the shadows comes Brother HODL, wielding the sacred whitepaper:
“This token will rise above the heavens! You shall regret your doubt!”
Maybe it will. If it starts flying, I’ll long it and wave from the clouds.
But right now? It’s digging a tunnel to Narnia.
So yes, I’m shorting.
I’m not married to a coin. I don’t tuck it in at night.
I just want some green candles — whichever direction they come from.
Speculating isn’t a religion. Don’t make it one.
Let’s trade, not preach.