Thanks for following up and sharing this; sincerely. There’s not enough of this kind of emotive sharing with Gamestop. I agree that a lot of the ‘movement’ borders on being cult like in the blindly following kind of way.

I touch base on reddit monthly or so to keep tabs because the same thing you find sad, I find absolutely fascinating. All the dynamics at play…from shifts in sentiment, conspiracy-style interlopers, systemic corruption to the highest levels of bureaucracy, and sometimes actual information about the mechanics lubricating the movement of stocks and money.

I’ve been told I’m an emotionless rock though, so it might account for our differing perspectives on how people spend money.

Talking points: That bunch of retail traders made a bad choice and ego won’t allow them to bail out. That it was ‘luck’ for a few people a few years ago.

It may have been a bad choice for you and that’s why I wonder why you posted what you did instead of your own opinion baked through your own experience. More powerful words generally come from personal experience.

I’m not here arguing with you about the stock, it being a good/bad investment isn’t what I’m on about. I guess I’m more hung up on why you said what you did.

Like, what was it that compelled you to post such a banal response to this post? It’s so sad that people are holding stock in a company with a ton of cash, a motivated and aligned management team, and very little debt?

Sounds like you’re painting a brush and saying that any person holding Gamestop makes you sad. It’s a pretty broad assertion that, honestly, feels like it has a story behind it.

Just because a few people got lucky…? My dude, instead of parroting media talking points do the reading so you know what’s actually keeping folks holding the stock.

Say what you mean; mean what you say.

No idea where I heard or read it, but preteen me internalized it and it’s become part of my creed to this day

I think telekinesis is the way to go.

• You can only fly so high before the cold or lack of oxygen get you.
• Poo is technically not part of me, so you’d see shit floating around when the rest of me is invisible.
• Speed is only good until you need to turn, and i see no mention of an adamantium skeletal system.
• Moving all kinds of shit with my mind? I’ll be over here not jerking off with this empty velvet glove

I turned 44 just the other day; honestly, without a doubt I’d have taken the pill the day before my 21st birthday. One big do-over and minimal responsibilities to manage after the de-aging.

• ✔️ Someone taking care of me 24/7 for a period measured in years?
• ✔️ School? What a joke. Ace everything, be a social and intellectual prodigy?
• ✔️ No bills, no responsibilities?
• ✔️ Boundless energy and Wolverine-like healing?
• ✔️ One set of friends in their 40s with life and professional advice/connections for you as you turn 21; and another set of friends your own age bursting with enthusiasm, ideas, and a gleam in their eye?

Like, I’m not seeing a downside to this over here…

Of the mess, no. But here’s a pic of Satan’s abomination…

It’s basically tiny styrofoam balls that stick together, I think it’s mostly static electricity holding it together. Once you open the package, and start manipulating the biodiversity hazard, it leaves little pieces of itself everywhere.

Much like herpes, and just as welcome. In my case, Satan was feeling extra cute so there was glitter mixed into the packaged santorum.

It’s now day 6 after opening and I guarantee I’ll find little purple and pink assholes around my house

This brand of positivity you’re embodying is the most infectious one, and if I can feel it in your writing I imagine hearing it spoken from you would be some next level inspiration.

I’ve lost some people close to me over the years and what saddens me most is how I’ve forgotten so much about them beyond what they looked like. All of them except one…Gordon left behind audio recordings as his last messages to each of us in the group of friends.

Every time I hear his voice, it brings back so much about him that just can’t be said. His cadence, intonation, and overall manner of speaking have helped keep an entire person in my memory.

I wonder if that’s an option for you. I can say from experience that the lasting impact of audio is…powerful. Being able to actually hear my friend…i can imagine him speaking to me, and it’s in his voice because his voice is not forgotten.

Your family hearing your thoughts, in your voice…and being able to hear you speak long after your time…man, I can’t think of a better way to highlight your true personality and make it a lasting one.

Can confirm. That sparkly styrofoam stuff became a huge mess approximately 5min after opening.

Kudos to your foresight, and congratulations for the free time you saved by not cleaning up this pink and purple bullshit