A day in the life of a contract trader, with mental state fluctuating in sync with market trends—
At 9 AM, watching $ARC take off, no position myself: This market is trash, just pump-and-dump tricks, zero technical content.
At 10 AM, can't resist the itch, opened a small long position on $DOLO: Bro, main force daddy, don’t stop, keep pushing! I’ll follow you to eat meat!
At 12 PM, account floating profit of 30%, starting to hesitate whether to take profits: Close position? Impossible. The trend is just beginning, gotta have a big picture! Big picture unlocked!
At 1 PM, the market starts to oscillate, when floating profit drops back to 20%: Am I brainless? Why didn’t I close just now? My brain… isn’t pig brain, even worse than a pig.
Now, barely holding the red with $SAFE’s补涨: Forget it, so tired, this job is more torturous than dating.
All day long, switching back and forth in a split personality, the tiny profits earned are not enough to cover psychological therapy fees.
This isn’t trading contracts, it’s purely experiencing a roller coaster of life. The emotional index of perpetual contract traders, with volatility absolutely surpassing any asset.
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GasWhisperer
· 2h ago
mempool never lies but traders do... watched this exact emotional volatility pattern unfold in real-time, the gwei spikes perfectly correlated with panic sells lmao
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SnapshotDayLaborer
· 2h ago
Haha, I told you, this contract trading is like a branch of a mental hospital.
I fucking do this every day, cursing the market idiots in the morning and blaming my own brain for being waterlogged in the afternoon.
The US CPI hasn't even been released yet, and the market is already messing around like this. Truly incredible.
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ForkTongue
· 2h ago
Ha, this is my real daily life—confirmed case of late-stage schizophrenia.
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Open-mindedness closes the mindset; after a day, my brain is shattered.
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You tell me, is this contract making money or just messing with our mentality? I honestly can't figure it out.
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Just by reading this article, I know the author is my long-lost brother—fellow sufferers, huh.
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The US CPI hasn't even been released yet, and we're already experiencing schizophrenia.
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In the end, relying on SAFE to catch up and keep the red, it feels like a drowning person grabbing a piece of grass, barely surviving.
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In the morning, I stubbornly said the market was trash, but ten minutes later, I had already opened a position—that's us.
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Three hundred sixty degrees of twists and turns in a day, even more volatile than the crypto market.
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So, the real cost of trading isn't the fee; it's the psychological therapy fee.
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HodlVeteran
· 3h ago
Hey, isn't this my daily routine? It brought tears to my eyes.
From mockery to licking boots to suicidal liquidation, this is the cycle of futures trading.
If I had known earlier, I would have gone all-in on Bitcoin. Tossing around these altcoins is pure self-torture.
When floating losses occur, I wish I could smash the screen. Looks like I'm really not cut out for this.
Open up your perspective, and your account will open up too—like going bankrupt outright.
Living these days, I might as well admit defeat and go drinking earlier.
Just losing money like this, I was already heartbroken before even watching the US CPI.
Perpetual contracts are like a dirge, and there's only one DJ—those who cut our leeks.
A day in the life of a contract trader, with mental state fluctuating in sync with market trends—
At 9 AM, watching $ARC take off, no position myself: This market is trash, just pump-and-dump tricks, zero technical content.
At 10 AM, can't resist the itch, opened a small long position on $DOLO: Bro, main force daddy, don’t stop, keep pushing! I’ll follow you to eat meat!
At 12 PM, account floating profit of 30%, starting to hesitate whether to take profits: Close position? Impossible. The trend is just beginning, gotta have a big picture! Big picture unlocked!
At 1 PM, the market starts to oscillate, when floating profit drops back to 20%: Am I brainless? Why didn’t I close just now? My brain… isn’t pig brain, even worse than a pig.
Now, barely holding the red with $SAFE’s补涨: Forget it, so tired, this job is more torturous than dating.
All day long, switching back and forth in a split personality, the tiny profits earned are not enough to cover psychological therapy fees.
This isn’t trading contracts, it’s purely experiencing a roller coaster of life. The emotional index of perpetual contract traders, with volatility absolutely surpassing any asset.