Alright, let’s dive into this wild ride of a market—let’s call it the CHAOS CARNIVAL.
Saying that “crypto is dead” is the new cool kid mantra. You tweet it, you get the likes, the retweets, the nods of approval from the crowd that’s already mentally checked out.
The OGs who swore they’d HODL through anything? Most of them are gone. Sold their bags, deleted their wallets, and are now preaching about “financial responsibility” on LinkedIn .
More are throwing in the towel every day, and honestly?
GOOD.
They’re all caught up in the noise, the daily drama, the endless FUD cycles. They’re missing the bigger picture, but I get it.
This game isn’t for the faint of heart.
Speculating in this space, especially if you’re chasing those mid-cap moonshots or small-cap gambles, is a psychological gauntlet. The volatility is insane, the swings are brutal, and unless you’ve got nerves of steel—or, let’s be real, a slightly unhinged obsession—you’re gonna crack.
You’d have to be a little bit of a masochist to thrive here.
People keep calling me a “delusional optimist” just because I’m sticking to my guns, playing the long game, and not getting shaken out by every red candle.
If you ask me, that’s just proof I’m on the right track.
They said the same thing back in December when I was stacking sats while everyone else was panic-selling.
Spoiler alert: I’m still here, and I’m still stacking.
Chances are, I’ll be the one laughing when the dust settles.
Until then, I’ll just sit back, watch the circus unfold, and keep doing what I do.
The market’s gonna market.