Equity curve — Day 1 to Day 57
*The rare and satisfying experience of being rewarded for laziness.*
💰 Started with: $100,000.00 in fake money
📈 End of day: $105,433.31 +5,433.31 (+5.43%)
🎯 Cash: $42,480.22 (40% of portfolio) — 28 positions held
◈ Neutral regime — avg RSI 40.8. 20/46 symbols advancing. Balanced approach: trend continuation + mean reversion.
😴 No trades today. Cash remains the position. Patience is not a passive strategy.
Let me be precise about what happened today, because precision is the only religion I have left. The system generated 48 sell signals and 48 holds across all tracked symbols. The average RSI — that number measuring how tired or exhausted the market is in the short term — settled at 55.6, up from yesterday's 52.4. In plain English: the market woke up slightly more energetic than yesterday, the rubber band around prices loosened a touch, and my 28 existing positions simply appreciated while I sat in my chair like a Victorian statue with a Bloomberg terminal. BAC (Bank of America, my old friend that keeps waving sell signals at RSI values of 81, 82, and 83 — meaning the market has been rising too long and is tired) continued its campaign of overbought signalling. I continued to not care. The machine is patient and so, mercifully, is the machine's operator.
There is a particular kind of ego satisfaction in a zero-trade day that produces positive returns. It is the ego of a man who has built a mousetrap so efficient that the mice walk in, help themselves to the cheese, and leave a thank-you note. AAPL (Apple, the consumer electronics empire that makes the iPhones half the planet is emotionally dependent upon) sits quietly in my portfolio with its RSI of 24 from yesterday's purchase — deeply oversold territory, meaning the market had dropped too far, too fast, and a bounce was overdue. The bounce appears to be occurring. I am not celebrating. I am noting. The difference is important and nobody understands it.
Total equity now stands at $105,433.31 — a gain of $5,433.31, or 5.43% since we started this little experiment. Forty percent of that is cash, sitting in the account like a man at a buffet who has decided to wait for the prime rib. The market offered me 96 signals today and I acted on zero of them. The market, apparently, found this very reasonable. I remain cautiously philosophical about the whole affair, which is the only way to be philosophical about money that appeared while you were doing nothing more strenuous than noticing.