I can make a fortune here.
Once this thought takes root in my mind,
Everything that happens afterward is actually predetermined.
I started to walk down an extremely dramatic and tragic path.
I no longer get tangled up in white papers, teams, or technology.
Those things are too slow.
Local dogs don't need logic.
I calculated a sum for myself.
Very simple, simple to the point of being scary.
A local dog, buy 5000 pieces.
I buy ten at the same time.
As long as there is one that multiplies by 10 times,
Everything else goes to zero,
I have no loss.
At that moment, I even felt smart.
I think this is probability.
I feel this is diversification.
I feel this is the only way out for the poor.
So, I started frantically hoarding dirt dogs.
One after another,
I can't remember the names,
I can't see the icons clearly,
I won't join the group either.
as long as I can buy on-chain,
I dare to go for it.
Some just bought in,
The K-line has not finished yet,
Liquidity is gone.
Some prices are still there,
But the money can no longer be sold.
That was the first time I heard a term—
Pixiu.
Only in, not out.
Devours people without leaving bones.
But even so,
I still did not stop.
Because as long as there is one rise,
I can correct all the mistakes,
One-time cleanup.
I started to believe,
The market will not punish brave people.
Only later did I understand,
The market only punishes—
There is no way back.
From May to August 2021.
The market is weakening.
But at that time, I had no idea what a four-year cycle was.
I didn't know about bull and bear switches,
and I didn't know that emotions would die before prices.
I only know one thing.
Every day there are dirt dogs appearing.
One just died,
the next one is out.
The name has changed,
The avatar has changed,
The narrative has changed.
But what is said in the group,
is exactly the same.
"Just posted."
"Bottom."
"This time is different."
I have already bought too much.
so much that—
I really can't remember their names.
My wallet is full of unfamiliar icons.
some look like cartoon dogs,
some look like monsters,
some can't even load the images.
I can't tell which one was bought yesterday,
and which one was bought last week.
Then,
The first time it goes to zero consecutively, it came.
One.
Two.
Three.
The price goes directly to zero.
It's not a decline,
it's a disappearance.
I am staring at my wallet,
my heart starts to tighten.
The fourth one.
The fifth one.
They did not drop,
they just suddenly disappeared.
At that moment, I realized something for the first time:
It's not that I didn't make money,
it's that they never intended for me to make money.
I start to feel uneasy.
But I did not stop.
Because I am already trapped.
I start to find excuses for myself:
"This is a probability problem."
"I buy more, I will hit one eventually."
"Having made a profit once before means I'm not just unlucky."
I even started to add positions.
Not because of confidence,
but because of fear.
I am afraid that if I stop,
I will admit that everything before was wrong.
so I continued to buy.
the first thing I do every day when I wake up,
is not checking messages,
but looking at my wallet.
Is there one,
a little bit more?
Even if it only rises by 10%.
Even if it just doesn't die.
I am waiting for a coin.
Clean up all my failures.
but the market did not give me that opportunity.
Only later did I understand:
That is not investing.
That is—
kneeling to probability.
