In 2023, an older sister took my advice and bought Ethereum. After a 50% increase, she kept asking every day, 'Should I sell?' Initially, I advised her to hold long-term, but her repeated inquiries made me realize she actually just wanted a nod to sell. I said, 'Go ahead and sell,' and she placed the order immediately. Later, ETH doubled again. After that, she asked about coins, and I brought up the dinner bill that had been outstanding for two years; she fell silent from that point on.
I entered the circle in 2018, and seven years later, as my trading skills improved, the number of friends around me dwindled. With over ten thousand fans and continuous likes, there wasn't a single person who truly understood the field. When someone asked, 'How do you view this altcoin?' I replied, 'I don't know.' They looked shocked, thinking I was pretending. But I genuinely didn't know—researching a project requires studying the white paper, calculating the unlocking curve, and checking on-chain data; it takes at least a month at best. When asked how much it would rise, I couldn't answer that either; experts are never fortune tellers.
I advised my relatives to buy Bitcoin during the bull market, but they said, 'Let's talk when the MEME coins are out of the woods.' I smiled wryly and said, 'By the time you break even, Layer 2 will have gone through three iterations.' They verbally acknowledge that I am a 'master,' yet they want me to play by the logic of a novice: only buy low-priced coins, only hold onto the ones I’m stuck with, and only signal when they want to sell. It's like someone who can't drive instructing a seasoned driver on how to operate a vehicle.
Someone followed my trading advice, made a profit, and began showing off in the group, even boasting about returns after leveraging. Later, when they asked for advice again, I countered with, 'What’s in it for me?' In three years, not even a thank you or a red envelope; I’ve long since had enough. I stayed up late analyzing data and watching the market until dawn, while they gambled everything in five minutes, then blamed me when they got liquidated. Helping once feels like carrying a lifetime of responsibility.
Once, the Ethereum pattern looked perfect, but I advised a friend to liquidate, warning him about unusual on-chain data. Later, ETH really crashed, and he avoided disaster, but he never contacted me again, probably thinking I had 'inside information.' Another time, after helping a friend double her SOL, I called for a peak exit, but she complained that I didn’t call it at the highest point, leaving me speechless.
Later, when a friend asked about my earnings, I casually took a screenshot of my wallet, and from then on, there was no more communication. They said I was showing off, but back when they were living in villas and driving luxury cars, I was still working; who was really showing off?
The loneliness in the crypto world is that you quietly accumulate during a bear market while others are cutting losses; you accurately escape at the peak, and others say you just got lucky. Gradually, I stopped persuading others to trade and stopped explaining market logic.
After seven years in the crypto world, I finally learned to keep my mouth shut. If you can also read on-chain data and calculate unlocking cycles, even if we don’t speak, we can understand each other — this understanding is more precious than a thousand words.
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