Some days trading feels like playing chess against a pigeon. You’ve got this whole strategy—support levels, volume spikes, Fibonacci whatever—and then the market knocks over the pieces and struts around like it won. I’ll admit, half my "analysis" is just me squinting at charts until they look friendly. The other half is resisting the urge to YOLO into memecoins after two coffees. Pro tip: If you ever feel like a genius, check your portfolio again in an hour. The market’s great at humbling people. Still, gotta love the chaos.