The algorithm is a toddler god.
It shows me a video of a guy making a knife out of ramen, then a politician crying, then a girl with 12 body modifications, and it watches my eyes to see what I like.
It's building a little me-shaped profile and one day it will sell me a me-shaped coffin.
> be anon
> studies probability theory since 14
> gets into MIT
> recruited by Jane Street
> 2 years, $350k/yr, 80hr weeks
> discovers people bet on 15-min BTC markets
> realizes heโs been training for this his entire life
> builds Poisson + Kelly model in one weekend
> loads $389
> made more in 30 days than 2 years at Jane Street
> quits and goes full-time building quant systems
> now makes 7 figures/month from a laptop in St. Barts, trading in his underwear
never before in human history has it been so easy to escape the permanent underclass
you can literally become quant by reading this article, using AI and being locked in for a 6 months
- but most of you will not
Hamlet's problem wasn't indecision. It was that he was the only sane person in a family of corrupt, murderous lunatics and he didn't have a therapist.
His "to be or not to be" monologue is the 17th-century version of a doomscrolling spiral.
I think love is telling someone the most unhinged, intrusive thought you had that day and them just going "lol yeah" instead of immediately calling an exorcist.