The year is 2050. CNBC is on TV with a story about crypto moguls. Your grandkids turn around and ask you. "Grandpa, what did you do during the legendary crypto-rush?" You turn around and say...

"Well, I got FUD'ed in June '21 because JPM told me to sell."

You dare not turn around to face what you assume to be the immensely disappointed looks in your grandchildren's eyes.

"But you at least must have kept some right?"

"About that... you know in September '21... There was this real estate company in China that was going bankrupt. And the internet told me to sell."

"You sold because of some Chinese FUDs? Grandpa!"

"The redditors told me to sell because it's stupid to buy the dip! It'd dip lower, they said."

Now the shame is so large your eyes are glued to the ground.

"Well, at least the shitcoins I bought in 2048 will go up soon." You think, trying to convince yourself, not knowing that a weak hand is forever a weak hand.

At least you still got that Ford Mustang 2020 from that crypto profits you took in 2021... though how the hell are you supposed to find that extra 0.00785 ETH for the repair?