Yesterday, a lot of frustration, during the evening.
1. Eating out
A friend and his friend came to pick me up to go to dinner outside, "outside" meaning nightmare to me. Outside means where people, rude people, people who aren't like me, have the power to interfere with my plans, even if it were just by looking at me, which is what happened. We were sitting and having our pizzas, the three of us, when a couple to my left was staring at us, maybe bored with their non-existent conversation.
I managed to not stare back nor say a word to them nor show them my two middle fingers as I would have liked to do. I would have liked to say to him and her: "you are two rude mother ****ers, and I did not come here to have dinner while being stared at by you two the whole time". Very unpleasant thing.
I should have taken it as my training for dealing with unpleasant events, such as losses, but I didn't remember of it. That was a good opportunity to learn to accept... to smile in the face of adversity. But damn, just like I want to do martingale to get back at the market, yesterday I wanted to slaughter these two rude people. Why don't I have the power to make people disappear at will? Damn.
Anyway, I should have used it as training for facing unpleasant and unavoidable events, without being upset by them.
2. Parents
Parents are always negative, because yesterday I told them about my profit with trading and how I cannot remove the profit, as suggested by them and everyone I know, because then my (smaller) capital would not be as productive and I would be unable to reach the 500k that my mother said is the safe amount of money needed to quit my job. And both were very disappointing although with not exactly the same arguments. So twice as disappointing.
My mom has always been an idiot so that wasn't really a surprise, and my father has always been pessimistic and negative, so that wasn't surprise either.
Basically their arguments agreed on one thing: I cannot be without a job, no matter how much money I make with trading.
For my father, the reasons were that all property, apartments and money can disappear during a war very easily and, if you don't have a job, you're left with nothing.
Jesus.
Ok, the previous version was like this.
1) It's not safe to quit your job because your income from trading could stop.
2) It is only safe if you set aside some money and buy apartments with it, from which you have a rent.
That was the previous version.
Now that things are looking a bit better, and I might be able to achieve that previously impossible goal, they set it higher, so I can't quit my job anyway. They set the goal to being literally impossible from the start: can't quit job, because not only money but also property can disappear in case of a war.
Two assholes basically, more or less. Two people who want you to live a life of struggle, sacrifice, suffering and pain. Two people according to whom basically you're only OK if you are dead. Life is only safe for you once you are dead.
It gets even funnier and more grotesque than this. They were arguing that since I don't like working at a bank, I should look for another job that I like, such as being a journalist for example.
So now it's not enough that I've worked and studied all my life without ever having any fun, but, while being on a part-time schedule at the bank, and making money with trading, I should also get in touch with a newspaper to try and become a journalist, as a third job.
Eventually, it might turn out that my father will tell me to become a psychiatrist, which was my original desire when I was a freshman in college and he totally discouraged me from it, saying I needed a real job, and that studying psychology or philosophy (as I said I wanted to do) would not lead to a job, and he urged me to choose anything I wanted provided it was a job, and therefore I chose Political Science and he said he approved, "if that's your choice..." - but he left me no choice but choosing what he wanted. In fact political science was even less of a job than studying psychology and that's why today I am working at a bank.
I often have the feeling that these guys want me dead. They would prefer to see me give my life for a noble cause. Ideally, for my mom, I would have die on the cross, like Jesus. For my father, probably I should die fighting in a war. I also have to mention that they live their lives more or less the same way they are expecting me to live mine, as a martyr.
...
At the same time, I am not positive that they're sadistic, because most likely it is all due to their morals and their religion.
I am not sure. Maybe they're uncomfortable with me being happy altogether and not out of sadism, but rather out of Catholicism, which is a variant of masochism.
To them, we're born to suffer, and if you're not suffering, there is something wrong with you, and you are sinning. You should not seek pleasure, or lack of suffering as I am doing, but rather you should seek suffering and martyrdom.
I've got a couple of really brain dead people as parents. Brain washed by religion. Full of contradictions. Man, my life really really sucks, for being as lucky as I have been. I see a lot of people around, have seen all my life, and, compared to all these guys I've seen around me, I've always felt like my mom was a nun and my father some general from the army, like the Great Santini. It's like having to live with all the problems from both worlds: religious and military.
And this didn't lead me to rebellion. It lead me to demoralization and depression, as in: "what the ****... I can't do anything".
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