I genuinely want to know what twisted, masochistic pleasure someone gets waking up each morning just to call the top again.
How sad must it be to spend your days circling disbelief on the same tired charts, chanting your cult mantra: “Four-year cycle, bro.”
No AI slop required, most of you couldn’t conjure an original thought. You just copy pasta the disbelief chart, circle the downtrend and say ya that happening.
Imagine living such a dopamine-starved existence that one tiny red candle sends you sprinting to X, triumphantly tweeting “I called it!”
Four weeks of green candles and one day of r