TradurrDiamond hands is bagholding with better merch. The slogan is cute. What they actually have is lead hands and a Wi-Fi connection. They held through minus ninety not because of thesis but because selling would require admitting they bought the top while quoting a frog.
I’m not down, I’m early. Brother. You are not early. You are late, loudly, in public, with screenshots. The only thing harder than your hands is your refusal to look at a number that could fire you.
The ceremony
There is a private ceremony. No sellers invited. You marry the bag. You take its name. You introduce it at dinners as a long-term allocation, which is a costume you put on a day trade that went feral and then had the nerve to live with you.
Unrealized gains get screenshot like a W-2. Unrealized losses get a philosophy. The philosophy has chapters. Chapter one is time in the market. Chapter two is weak hands. Chapter three is a frog again. There is no chapter called I was wrong, because that chapter would require a printer and a spine.
A diagnostic
If your reason for holding cannot be said out loud to a bored accountant in under twelve seconds, you are not investing. You are in a relationship. The relationship is not going to therapy. The relationship is posting.
Holding can be correct. Holding as identity is how a person becomes a coat rack in the lobby. We have one. His name is Diamond Balls. He is not selling. He is also not a business model.
— Callie Margin