I didn't eat a good breakfast and lost six thousand U.S. dollars; who can handle this kind of script?

But I'm not angry about the breakfast being expensive, I'm angry at myself for hesitating even though I saw the signals clearly.

This order was for $ETH, a short position, entered at 1748, with double leverage. I just looked at the market, it was fluctuating around 1735, with an unrealized loss of about two or three points. The position wasn't large, but it made me a bit nervous.

Why did I open it at that time? Not because of the technical analysis, but because of the sentiment.

Everyone online was shouting that $ETH would break 1800, and the funding rate was pushed sky-high. I felt something was off. I don't have many lessons from history, but there's one I remember deeply — when the funding rate is through the roof, don’t chase after it.

It indeed fell afterward, but I couldn't smile at all. Because this market is too grinding, falling one step and then bouncing back two, as if someone is deliberately draining your patience.

Unrealized losses in hand are like holding an ice cube; it melts quickly, and you can't hold on.

Honestly, I’d rather it just stab down sharply and walk away happily. This kind of dull, knife-like correction hurts not just the capital but the mentality.

Next time, if I encounter a market where the funding rate rises collectively again, I’ll probably get in again, but not with just double leverage like this time. When the market is in good shape, the position size can be closer to my comfort zone, as long as I don’t get liquidated, the rest is up to time.

The problem is, every time I think I’m in good shape, the market slaps me in the face.

I don’t know what leverage multiple is your comfort zone when you short?
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