It's pretty funny that you can sperg out with a Bitcoiner, at a bar, about bitcoin, knowing that there is magical field or curse preventing any person around you from taking the shit you are saying seriously. You're just the two crazy people at the bar. Just like there were crazy people tarding out over bitcoin in 2009. And 2012. And 2016. And 2020. There continue to be more of us, always richer versions of ourselves as the cycles progress. But the magic field remains. Uncanny.