Why Everything You Know About Investing In Bitcoin Is Wrong

Why Everything You Know About Investing In Bitcoin Is Wrong

So you want to make a million dollars, Ready?

Well I got news for you bucko, that poop wouldn't occur at any point in the near future. It takes a gigantic measure of work to arrive. Not an extremely famous thing to state, but rather it's valid. There's no enchantment pill you can take, no book recording you can tune in to, no video you can watch that is going to all of a sudden start your brain into a fire of accomplishment.

If anything, it's like learning a language from scratch. Takes an enormous amount of work. You have to be in many situations to blah blah blah.

Fuck I'm so over writing this article. So over it.

Truth be told, I've endeavored to compose this article commonly yet dependably wind up erasing it. I assume if any of my residual customers saw it, it would be terrible for business. Be that as it may, fortunately they're all in safe hands now. What's more, if this blog entry is the thing that keeps them from being effective organizations, well then in any event I'll be popular.

Malaise = Malaysia? Illuminati confirmed

So two weeks ago I lost a big client who was paying me a lot of money to work on their social media. Ok fine. Happens. It was a pain, but what can you do?

Truth be told, I've endeavored to compose this article commonly yet dependably wind up erasing it. I assume if any of my residual customers saw it, it would be terrible for business. Be that as it may, fortunately they're all in safe hands now. What's more, if this blog entry is the thing that keeps them from being effective organizations, well then in any event I'll be popular.

I chose to go to Malaysia since it was the least expensive flight. Thinking back, I ought to have paid the additional hundred bucks and gone to Vietnam. The Malays I met were threatening and Kuala Lumpur is a dumpster of a city. I want to ever backpedal there again. Sorry to learn Malays perusing this. I was not inspired.

This is particularly evident originating from a place where I have sparsely clad females strolling around half alcoholic at painfully inconvenient times of the day. A place where there's a 2 mile extend of shoreline, a mobile road where individuals party 7 evenings every week, and my own comfortable little lodging with adequate web speeds and intermittent visits from scandalous European young ladies, extremely distant from home.

After four days in KL I was miserable. I wanted to come back to Phuket so bad. And finally I did.

This was about a week ago. But I was so shaken by the experience of not being able to spend 3 hours a day at the beach with half naked women that my depression lingered. I just couldn't shake it.

It was right about this time where the whole crypto market started deteriorating. I'm a bag holder extraordinaire, which for you non-crypto "investors" means I have a bunch of worthless tokens that I bought during the Great Crypto Boom Of Q4 2017. I've got so many coins that I don't even remember them all.

It's not what you know...
Two interesting things happened around this time.

Sounds good, right? So why the fuck am I so depressed?
I can't really put my finger on it, but I think it's because I realized that all this crypto shit is basically 100% speculation and bullshit. Okay fine, that's what everyone has been saying all along. But I was drinking the Kool Aid and didn't believe it.

Crypto should redistribute the riches! It should be our age's method for influencing tons of money without giving in years of hard something to do. Like the Boomers who purchased modest houses and paid $500/year for school, this was our "ideal place, correct time" minute.

Be that as it may, nope, appears as though it was a rise all things considered. We got taken for a group of blockheads. Suckered by Wall Street and beaten at a diversion we had no experience playing.