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Just got back from my scheduled (every Saturday for the next two years) session with my knowing but never pedantic nor patronizing shrink, the resolute and former tennis-ball tester Doc Kronkite. I must report that it was not an easy session. "On the couch boobeleh, on the couch lie down already" said the good doc "and tell me what's been rattling around that cuckoo head of yours this week. How much money did you make trading?" "Gosh doc, it wasn't such a good week, I barely broke even." He shook his head, stroked his Freudian beard and threw a blueberry muffin at me. "Thanks doc" I said wiping the muffin off my face, "you really know how to help a trader in distress." "Already with the complaints. It's part of your therapy. Next time maybe you'll duck. What else?" he asked. "Well doc, we got another interloper on the thread, attacking our fearless leader." Again he shook his head, stroked his beard and reached for a blueberry muffin. As I ducked he plopped the muffin in his mouth and laughed. "Gotcha" he chortled. As I picked myself off the floor he said "These interlopers, when do they interlope?" I shook my head, stroked my beard, reached for my coffee cup. He ducked. I sipped. "They interlope when they feel like interloping. That's why they're interlopers" I said. "No, no...what time of day do they interlope?" he asked. "It varies" I answered. Again, the head shook, the beard was stroked. "The solution is Holmes simple. If they interlope during trading hours, ignore 'em, everyone ignore 'em. No response. Nada, nothing, bupkis. If they interlope after hours, go after 'em with both barrels. Never let an intervening interloper disturb your crane of thought or your trading." "Doc, you're a genius" I shouted. " Hey, you don't get to the top of the shrink game without an occasional flash of brilliantine" he said proudly, shaking his head, stroking his beard and reaching for another blueberry muffin. "Thanks doc, you've been great" I said as I scrambled for the door as the muffin wizzed by my ear and splattered on the door. (Lee) |
