There is one problem.. and for several years.
When I sit in my workplace… Dada, right in front of their monitors… я заметил одну вещь.
I CAN'T HAVE NO MORE FOCUSED ON, except in the market situation.
And not so important, interesting market or not interesting, Do I have positions or at least expect them or not.
I've noticed, that when I sit at the workplace, I'm in some kind of mini-trance all the time)) A kind.. semi-zombie… I can't think of anything worthwhile, сидя за компом.
I always need to get away from him, to think about something, unrelated to the market. (apart from the little things of course).
Confess, I can't even read a book, sitting in front of monitors… I cannot grasp the essence in such an environment.
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I haven't written this post before, because these words would end and look ridiculous. However, after my travels, he acquired new details..
As I already wrote – I didn’t think about the market during my trip 24\7 and even about their open positions, although sometimes they were big enough.
Ie. lying on the beach, having a tablet with quotes and open positions at hand, I could calmly think about anything and read any book, completely immersed in it.
What then, fuck, difference? It turns out, that the market itself is not distracting. Then what?
So far I have only come to one version. I think it's “conditioned reflex”.
The chain is like this: the trading process really delays and zombies a little.. especially when looking at price changes, regarding its position)))
Not surprising, what's at work, I am in this state more than often, if not constantly. It turns out like this, what this state is like “закрепляется” behind
a certain setting, some images, some life patterns.
That's why, when i find myself in this environment – то не важно, is there a trading process or not. Состояния, which is inherent in this environment cannot be avoided!
Because of this, in my free time from trading at the computer, I am only capable of stupid viewing the feed in social. networks, some buggies and other slag, which does not require mental effort.
Вы понимаете меня, о чем я вообще?)
The answer to the question “why on the beach the market does not excite me, and at home I turn into a zombie drocher” sounds something like this:
When I sit in the dentist's chair – it becomes to me “uncomfortable” long before any action by this doctor)
But if this doctor with a piece of boron machine comes up to me on the beach or in a Thai massage parlor or at a foam party – i will feel the same fucking, как и до того, how he approached, понимаете меня?
Some images, the setting causes the corresponding state, like u “Pavlov's dogs”))
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