That Regret

As a sanguine, one of the things that I like about myself is spontaneity. I’ve realized that all the good times I have as memories were spontaneous moments. Like the time I went to the Eastern Region of Ghana. I just woke up one day, and off I went. And I’ll never forget that trip because I was so happy all the time.

So just like this trip, I woke up one morning and then decided to buy BTC. I remember clearly not knowing what it was. I didn’t also know its potential. I just knew it was a coin. And everyone was into it.

So I bought a tiny amount. Not so tiny but tiny. I’m sure you get me. “Okay, so you mean you spontaneously bought an amount of BTC, and that’s you trying to tell us you took a risk.” I wish. That wasn’t even the risk I took.

The plan was to forget about that fragment of BTC and just allow the crypto magic to happen. But right after that moment, a friend of mine told me she was selling wigs. I know, I know. The story turns funny all of a sudden.

She told me she was into the wig business. To be honest, she wasn’t just a friend, she was my best friend. And I wanted to be supportive. I wasn’t even a fan of wigs at that time, but I’ve always been that supportive friend who would go to heaven and earth to support all the time. Now that I think of it, I think that’s even the reason why she told me, because we claimed to be best friends but we didn’t know each other’s business like that.

So when she told me, I couldn’t access the money I had on me that day. I don’t remember why. Probably bank network issues or something else. I bought a wig from her right after she told me. I was just trying to motivate her to keep going. And you know the money I used to pay? I sold the BTC I bought to buy that wig.

To others, it was just a wig, but to me, I was supporting my friend and investing in her future. Silly risk ever. I mean, maybe it’s not entirely silly if you learn something from it.

Long story short, we are not even friends anymore, and that wig? It looked terrible after some time. So terrible that I had to burn it.

Sometimes I sit down and calculate how much I would have made had I just kept that BTC instead of doing what I did. It sometimes hurts, but I’m glad it does. Because even with a gun to my head, this is something I won’t blindly repeat again.