I went tanning with my brother today. It was my first time, and I had a decent amount of fun. I think the greatest high I had while my naked body lie under the U.V. sun ray beds was lieing about my age. You see when the tanning lady handed me the sheet to fill out my personal information, I discovered you needed to be 18 otherwise accompanied by a parental guardian for consent. Well I scratched out the '2' in the year for my birthday and turned it into a '1'. For 10 minutes I was 18 years old.
Am I just a little 'bad-ass' renegade or what? I've never ever touched drugs but man the neurons on my brain were firing in a way that made me feel on top of the world (even though I am, ha) and my ventro-medial-hypothalamus was going crazy over the hot girl who checked me in. And for any family reading this and saying "Oh my, whats gotten into that little angel Michael" well you need not worry, I'm still taking my daily vitamins and drinking my soy milk.
I'm 200% outraged however. I am sick of being told I'm to young for 'x' or 'y'. I can't go get a fake tan, I cannot vote, I can't trade stocks without being treated as an entity to my mother. There are so many things that I cannot legally do, but in the eyes of myself I see myself well overqualified to do such tasks.
Antigone (ancient Greek playwright) said it best, "You should ignore ones age, and focus on their merits." For the past two years I've been making so much money trading stocks. I've learned so many tools to trade. Achieved %300 growth levels in 2009 and in the first seven days of 2010 achieved 100% growth. I'm incredibly smart (don't believe me, call me and I shall narrate to you blindfolded the whole of my economics text book), I make good money as a young teenager, and my goals & objectives for life have been laid out at a very young age. I've been accepted into a college with substantial amounts of 'prestige', I was considered to star in the U.K. television show "The young apprentice", and I absolutely hate O'bama's guts. But still I'm to young to get a fake tan. Perhaps though my rant is obsolete, how many people have the age but not the merits? Surely I'll have it much easier in life when I come of age? To that I say I should still be able to change my address on my custodial e*trade account without the help of my parental guardians.
Hmph...
Secondly, I made a mistake the other day. Or did I? Absolutely not I did (yoda voice). I made a trade that skyrocketed up 100% gain, but in time to come it would plummet to -66% (all in a matter of minutes). I don't even care though. Sure I've lost a substantial amount of money but they are just a minor setback. And what has this caused me? Well I've lost management of a very important account! And for what? Well -66% to be precise!
I know I don't have a Popsicle's chance in hell of revolutionizing the financial world, but I've realized that working for other people absolutely sucks. But hey I'm free now! I'm working 100% only for the benefit of me, myself, and I! I'll be starting a hedge fund before 20 working for no one but myself (but using other peoples money, ironic I know). But If your so cautious about investing that you cannot bypass and disregard one detrimental act/behavior in light of the 1,000 positive actions/behaviors performed by anyone in your life (in any field: investing, raising children, or even eating at a restaurant) then you deserve my place and I deserve yours. Because clearly you fit more into the under 18 category than I.
A minor setback, but I'm still full speed ahead! All systems go! Clear for takeoff! Cliche counter +3!
See, you can win the super-bowl and still drop a game along the way, even if you get crushed 55-0 in that one game. For me this one trade was that game. A lack of discipline lead me to a staggering loss! But that superbowl ring is still mine.
The truth is at the end of the day that sports analogy's work flawlessly in the financial world, AND that these things are almost inevitable. I'm fully prepared to see a trade go down, because I know I'll still be laughing my way to the bank.
Wheelin'n'dealin, for life; I'm takin over!
Cliche counter: OVERLOAD
