So I got this trader buddy—Nicholas. Dude's got attitude: three monitors full of charts, indicators with names so complicated even Wikipedia glitches. Basically, a pro—or so he thinks.
One morning, he calls me, all hyped up:
—Bro, today’s the day! Topped up my account, strategy’s locked in—everything’s feng shui!
I’m like:
—Nicholas, c’mon man, last time you said that and then your stops got wrecked like bowling pins.
He shrugs it off:
—Pfft, that was a fluke!
So there he is, sitting at his desk, market’s dead boring. Nicholas yawns, pulls out a sandwich (cheese and ham, obviously), and right then—BOOM!—price spikes up!
He chokes mid-bite, flings the sandwich onto his keyboard (crumbs now permanently embedded between F5 and F6), and starts smashing that BUY button.
Only problem? While he was busy chewing, he didn’t notice he wasn’t on the 5-minute chart… but the weekly one.
Long story short, he enters the trade, and the market’s like: "Oh hey, Nicholas!"—and immediately reverses. No stop-loss (because he’s a "pro"!), take-profit a distant dream. Couple hours later, his account was cleaner than a scalper’s conscience.
And the sandwich? Still sitting on his keyboard like a monument to his trading genius.
Later, he calls me, all shook:
—Dude, I got wrecked!
—Nicholas, I say, you even know why?
—Well… market reversed outta nowhere…
—Nah, bro. You blew up because of a sandwich.
Now his new rule is: "Trade first, eat later." Or maybe the other way around—but definitely not at the same time.
Moral of the story: If your buddy Nicholas tries to recruit you into trading, ask him if he’s hungry. 😆
