In 2012, my HS best friend started talking to me about bitcoin. As graduation approached he started saying that I should buy some with my graduation money and skip going off to school. I didn’t listen.

I spent all my money on having the absolute cutest coziest dorm room I could design… just to transfer home the next year.

Then in 2016 I dated a guy who purchased bitcoin for illicit items on the dark web. He put a wallet on both our phones loaded with some bitcoin. I can’t remember how much … which is always in the back of my mind. The seed phrases were written into a love note for me to keep. The items purchased ended up taking his life and I was so pissed I tossed the card and deleted the wallet app.

It would take a few more years for someone to explain the cantillon effect to me for me to truly understand what bitcoin meant to my life. Once I got it that was it. No shitcoining, no horror stories… yet 🤞🏽

Just a series of being dense, not listening, and misplacing blame 😂😂