Yamato
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Yeah, it's an important rule which - if followed - will keep me from gambling. In the sense that I can't get out of any automated trades either, because that would qualify as a discretionary trade, but I've already done it today. But then if I am not trading I might write a little less here, too. A change that reminds me this: I have to keep myself from getting addicted (in an obsessive-compulsive way) not just to trading but to any activities, because that is my constant tendency, probably some sick reaction to the anxiety my dad instilled in me.
I am not one of those guys who wash their hands like the guy in the movie "as good as it gets". But obviously, even though it may seem to me less sick and irrational, I am doing a similar thing as far as posting here, using the "befriend" feature (I add anyone I see reading the journal - I can't help it). I was doing it as far as trading. I was doing it all night as far as checking out continuously my trade until I made it fail, a perfectly good trade. I do it as far as scratching my head. Basically it's a really ingrained pattern in my actions.
It comes from growing up with a father who's continuously sweating you, suffocating you, and repeatedly asking you "have you done this? have you done that? did you take care of this? did you take care of that? are you prepared for this unexpected event?", a father pouring on you lots of anxious remarks and recommendations several times a day. How you react? You become like him. Even when he's not with you, you hear a constant voice within yourself saying "have you taken care of this?", and this is what keeps me from going home without having taken care of all emails at work, which is a quality deriving from an obsessive-compulsive behavior. Also, looking for bugs on my excel sheet's vba, that's another good consequence of a sick behavior.
I should limit this sick - but sometimes useful - "checking and double-checking" behavior wherever it's not necessary. For example, how many good trades can I find in a day? One. Then I should just trade once. Do I have to check on the trade throughout its life? Then I might limit that as well. How useful is it for me to keep on "befriending" forum members? Then maybe I should try to limit that behavior as well. How about writing on the journal? And the list goes on: scratching my head, flipping channels with the remote control, always walking the same itinerary when going home... I should stop living a life that is nothing but the sum of several compulsive behaviors.
Ever since I come home, where there are no external influences (which could change the compulsive routine), all my actions are nothing but a predetermined list of repetitive behaviors, and I feel uncomfortable unless I am frantically doing something, like writing on this forum right now, or checking how many views my journal has had. Or checking my balance on the account. If I took out the useless repetitive behaviors from my hours at home, I would be left with 5 empty hours, which probably would make me uncomfortable and that is why I am filling them with "checking and double-checking and triple-checking" behaviors. I should instead learn to empty my list of tasks, and do things on the spur of the moment rather than compulsively. What do I really want to do now that is not something devised to just fill my time? Do I really want to go to the computer screen for the 50th time and check how my automated trades are doing? Or maybe I could go out and get a mozzarella? What do I really want to do?
The essence of the anxiety that my father instilled in me is best represented by my phone call to him several years ago, from a foreign country where I was working. I'll never forget it, because of how well it represents the tragedy of having him as a father. During that phone call, I told him, even if he hadn't asked me, that I was happy, because I had a girlfriend, I had a job... I was, overall... "happy". This to him probably sounded like a dangerous state of mind, because he immediately got even more serious than usual and told me: "all you have, right now, is your health, and you never know how long that lasts". This meant: never relax, danger is always around the corner. To him "I'm happy" sounded like "I'm being stupid, superficial and reckless". But to me his answer also sounds like he thinks that I don't have the right to be happy, that he doesn't care, and actually he's bothered by the fact that I'm happy.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
I am not one of those guys who wash their hands like the guy in the movie "as good as it gets". But obviously, even though it may seem to me less sick and irrational, I am doing a similar thing as far as posting here, using the "befriend" feature (I add anyone I see reading the journal - I can't help it). I was doing it as far as trading. I was doing it all night as far as checking out continuously my trade until I made it fail, a perfectly good trade. I do it as far as scratching my head. Basically it's a really ingrained pattern in my actions.
It comes from growing up with a father who's continuously sweating you, suffocating you, and repeatedly asking you "have you done this? have you done that? did you take care of this? did you take care of that? are you prepared for this unexpected event?", a father pouring on you lots of anxious remarks and recommendations several times a day. How you react? You become like him. Even when he's not with you, you hear a constant voice within yourself saying "have you taken care of this?", and this is what keeps me from going home without having taken care of all emails at work, which is a quality deriving from an obsessive-compulsive behavior. Also, looking for bugs on my excel sheet's vba, that's another good consequence of a sick behavior.
I should limit this sick - but sometimes useful - "checking and double-checking" behavior wherever it's not necessary. For example, how many good trades can I find in a day? One. Then I should just trade once. Do I have to check on the trade throughout its life? Then I might limit that as well. How useful is it for me to keep on "befriending" forum members? Then maybe I should try to limit that behavior as well. How about writing on the journal? And the list goes on: scratching my head, flipping channels with the remote control, always walking the same itinerary when going home... I should stop living a life that is nothing but the sum of several compulsive behaviors.
Ever since I come home, where there are no external influences (which could change the compulsive routine), all my actions are nothing but a predetermined list of repetitive behaviors, and I feel uncomfortable unless I am frantically doing something, like writing on this forum right now, or checking how many views my journal has had. Or checking my balance on the account. If I took out the useless repetitive behaviors from my hours at home, I would be left with 5 empty hours, which probably would make me uncomfortable and that is why I am filling them with "checking and double-checking and triple-checking" behaviors. I should instead learn to empty my list of tasks, and do things on the spur of the moment rather than compulsively. What do I really want to do now that is not something devised to just fill my time? Do I really want to go to the computer screen for the 50th time and check how my automated trades are doing? Or maybe I could go out and get a mozzarella? What do I really want to do?
The essence of the anxiety that my father instilled in me is best represented by my phone call to him several years ago, from a foreign country where I was working. I'll never forget it, because of how well it represents the tragedy of having him as a father. During that phone call, I told him, even if he hadn't asked me, that I was happy, because I had a girlfriend, I had a job... I was, overall... "happy". This to him probably sounded like a dangerous state of mind, because he immediately got even more serious than usual and told me: "all you have, right now, is your health, and you never know how long that lasts". This meant: never relax, danger is always around the corner. To him "I'm happy" sounded like "I'm being stupid, superficial and reckless". But to me his answer also sounds like he thinks that I don't have the right to be happy, that he doesn't care, and actually he's bothered by the fact that I'm happy.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
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