stocking up...

I played the market today. It sometimes plays me. This is not investing. That is for people who want more than what they have now sometime later on down the road; like, right before they die or even later on, when they are dead and gone. I like now. I won today because I have lost many times before. I won because I new this retail equity I bought was too much pounded into submission beyond the rational. Humans are short term irrational. So is the market. I knew it could still drop into further depths so I only bought a third. It popped up this morning and stayed there all day. That tells me it might do that for a couple more days. It might. If it pops tomorrow, I'll sell. If it drops I'll buy another third. And the game plays out. It's just oddities turned into odds I have learned to notice from times when I was learning how to loose. You can't learn to predict. Prediction is spewed from false profits. You can lessen risk. You can up the odds. So when this trade shows too much interest, too many people involved, and the volume of buys and sells get too frothy... I'm out. I've also learned about the need for greed. And I don't need it. I just need to pay the rent so I can write all day. That is why I play.