RobbyV

Bitcoiners will never be normal people. We’re not meant to be. The second you go down the Bitcoin rabbit hole, you have signed away your right to ever fit in with the rest of humanity again. You become that guy. You know the one. The person who can’t have a single conversation without mentioning fiat collapse, CPI data manipulation, or why the Federal Reserve is basically a cartel running a global fiat Ponzi scheme and your friends just wanted to talk about “House of the Dragon.” You can’t help it. It’s not a phase. It’s not even a choice. Bitcoin doesn’t just change what you buy, it mutates your brain chemistry so profoundly that, at a primal level, you physically recoil at the thought of paying $4 for a coffee, because you’re calculating the sats in your head and screaming inside about opportunity cost. You will NEVER be normal. The best you can hope for is to find a fellow mutant who knows what a seed phrase is and won’t look at you like you’re Charles Manson when you explain that your dog technically owns more Bitcoin than 99% of Wall Street. You have traded normal for conviction. You’re not in it for the Lambos, or even for the yachts. You’re in it for the privilege of watching civilization burn in real time with a smug, caffeinated grin, just waiting for the day you can tell your grandkids: “Yes, I was there when money died. And I stacked through it all.”