Don't ask what FOMO is.
You've lived in it, 3 AM, eyes stinging, heart beating with each green candle passing across the screen.
FOMO is not the fear of missing out.
FOMO is the market placing a hand on your shoulder, whispering softly:
"Jump, or this opportunity will belong to someone else forever."
It happens in every beat:
First pump – you scoff, "just a fakeout."
Second pump – your hands start to shake, eyes scroll back to the old chart looking for reasons to enter.
Third pump – you no longer look at the price. You look at your friend's balance that they just posted in their story.
At that moment, your brain has shut down. Only your finger finds the F12 key on its own.
The market knows exactly the second you give up.
It drops a long, clean, beautiful green candle that breaks your heart.
It's not an opportunity. It's bait soaked in the tears of those before.
The smallest detail: the "ping" from the group chat.
Just one sound is enough for the plan to dissolve, stop-loss to become meaningless, even your mom calling you to eat becomes a whisper in the wind.
FOMO is the only thing that makes you willing to trade your entire future for a few seconds of watching your balance spike.
Then you sit there, five minutes later, account bleeding red, the ceiling fan still spinning, a cigarette burned halfway down still leaving its scent on your shirt.
The market doesn't need analysis to beat you.
It just needs you to be afraid of being the last one standing outside the game.
Have you pressed buy yet
or are you still waiting for the next candle to reassure yourself that you’re not wrong… 🩸
