An interesting point of view Fibo. Whilst I'm obviously pleased that I have been able to amuse you on some level, I have to say that my reading of his original posting is entirely different to yours.
I had understood him to be saying that he had come to the point where he recognised that whatever he was doing wasn't working and that trading had become a compulsion instead of a choice. At last, he had very sensibly made the decision to stop and unless I have got things completely arse about face he most definitely isn't appealing for advice as to how to get back into the game and make money.
As I tried to say in my earlier post, he probably feels like shit atm and of course he has the sympathy of every trader who's been through some of his hell....but seriously, apart from saying that we feel his pain, there isn't a great deal we can do for the moment. It was out of respect for what I perceived to be his current state of mind that I suggested that shutting the stable door after the horse had bolted would be insulting and unhelpful. Perhaps you thought that I meant that he was the equine in question but that would be an (to me) an unusual use of the axiom. If you prefer, one could equally say it's a case of too little, too late.
Of course, if he does decide to get back in the saddle (sorry, I do like my metaphors) I'm certain that there would be a number of T2Wers who'd be only to happy to share their knowledge and counsel. In the mean time, explaining what he could have done when it's too late just seems like a slap in the face, or as you put it, hammering a fella on the ground. Those of us who've commented have done so in a way that shows that we recognise what happened and the sub-text is that in some way, we have been there too.
Your thing for clowns is interesting; perhaps a new thread on that somewhere? ....in the meantime, to restate my own intention and Imo, that of the other commenters:
I consider that Inkpot is...
1. ...not a fool and (judging from his literate and numerate original post) completely aware of what he did and didn't do.
2. ...entirely aware that it was his responsibility.
3. ...currently not the happiest of bunnies
4. ... not about to jump back in
5. ....not asking for trading advice
So, all in all, we get what and how the story unfolded, that there's fuck all we can do about it right now.... but that should he ever decide to try again when he's feeling better he will find many people here willing to proffer their advice and guidance.
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Very well stated. Understood. That we disagree with evaluation is totally OK. You know, in real life as per the video I am very unsympathetic to deadbeats and losers who just make excuses and are lazy sons of bitches just looking for a free ride. But this op struck a different chord. Losers get a quick kick in the ass by Fibo and sent off to Iraq as expendable. But this boy is different. He has no pride left, no illusions, he is beaten to a pulp and then he sent out a distress call. Fibo picked up that call and cannae turn his back on it. It might end up being worthless and useless. But you know, as they say in the big book, just make one person's day or month or year or LIFE. Just
one person's .
Worth a shot. A rarity that someone of this caliber throws out a distress call of such penetrating depth that it hits Fibo in the chest like a low frequency wave of 5 Hz.
Right outside the supermarket he stood, dirty, smelly and unbathed and people just swerved around him. He begged for food, for anything. I watched this. Not one did a fckin thing to help this guy. Hungry in the USA? It sucks, Man. Maybe he was a fakir, a side gig hustler, maybe, maybe. But he made a huge impact on Fibo. Compelled to help I asked him what he was hungry for? He told me. I went in and got a bunch of good stuff, the same stuff I get for myself, nothing less, and then gave it to him and ordered him TO EAT NOW. He dug in and I watched. He could not possibly fake this. The food was gobbled down with speed and he could not stop, it was in his eyes that I could see this man was hungry beyond belief.
He was still eating when I said goodbye and walked to the car, shaking. No more than 15 seconds. Turned around and he was GONE. I quickly charged in and looked everywhere inside and out for you see he had a gait and defo could not go fast.
Fckin hell I thought. Weird!
I'm not religious although born and raised Roman Catholic. I told all this to Greg, a sacred guy, who just smiled and without hesitation replied, "it was a test - you asked for something and the test was sent - wtf do you mean, Greg? .... It was an Angel"
WTF do I know. I let it go at that.
From the very next day good stuff came my way like a knife thru' butter, I mean it just poured in, confidence is
always high for me but now the chest was puffed out like a mother. Lasted for days and days and the let down was at 6 db per octave = hardly noticeable, so gentle it was as I approached normalcy again.
Go figure!
The video mentioned above is this one ...........
Fibo is like this in real life. Which one is Fibo? hahahahahahaha
