My eyes are fixated on the screen in front of me. I'm looking at lines and numbers trying to make sense of it all. That's what I do to earn a living. I'm a trader. I started when I was 16 with just 100 bucks and now 5 1/2 years later I'm doing pretty decent for myself.
It's a Wednesday at the end of June at 2:30 pm and I'm tired. This job is energetically demanding. Today is one of those days where I'm just going through the motions. Just being there working with no real passion involved. Generally, I am motivated and concentrated but not today. It was time for a break.
I went down to get some iced tea from the fridge relaxing while thinking about life. I'm still living at home with my parents. Just 6 months ago I quit college to do trading full-time. College life wasn't for me I never really felt at home in the classrooms. I think for me it's better this way. My mom (Marie) is scared that I'm not making the right decision but she is supportive. She had me very young when she was only 18. Now I'm 22 and she's 40. Time's passing by quite fast.
I think my dad (Edgar) is glad that I'm making good money. He has worked physical jobs all his life and doesn't understand a thing about the stock market. He is a more simple man, from a different generation. He's 48 now and taking life day by day.
The iced tea is refreshing. I'm holding the cold glass on my cheeks to cool down a bit. Tune out from the screens with charts & numbers for a while and think about something else...
*Bang* A door closes violently. It shakes me out of my thoughts and irritates me for a second. The noise came from upstairs. It must have been my little sister, she tends to be careless sometimes. My parents are still out at work.