My Crypto Story - Part 1.5 - Bitcoin, Biscuits and Bankers...

I wanted to add a footnote to my previous post, and it turned into this… Sorry guys! Its not essential to the story, but I thought it would add context, as well as give the more perceptive amongst you an idea of what my future content may include. I hope you enjoy! (if you haven’t read my previous post, you can find it here: https://steemit.com/introduceyourself/@cryptrader/my-crypto-story-from-crypto-riches-to-ruin)

Have you ever had a moment that has left such an impression on your life that you remember every detail? Who you were with? What the weather was like? What you were wearing?
You can think about what you were thinking about, feel how you were feeling and smell what you were smelling, perhaps even more vividly than before. Every detail from that moment, however inconsequential, is etched perfectly into your brain, to be relived at a moments notice.

I can still remember the stench of that classroom as if I was still sat 2 rows from the back, still hungover from the night before, and wishing I could go back to sleep. My lecturer was a jaded character and would (as his job implies) lecture us on the pitfalls of the finance industry. As a finance student focused only on the ludicrous salary I would earn in 4 years, I would often zone out during these points. But for whatever reason, this time was different. I noticed his usually dreary demeanour transform into an animate and lively one. This sparked my interest. What could possibly inspire so much passion from an individual so disinterested in his job?

He went to his computer, opened a powerpoint presentation from a folder that he had never used before (what I would pay for the other files in this folder…) called “the future of money”

“This, boys and girls, is ‘the Future of Money’”. You could tell he’d been planning this moment for quite some time. As if his constant bashing of the finance industry was to provoke us to ask “So, what can we do about it?”

What proceeded was the most riveting hour of my education so far (we’re all still learning, right?). I could recite what he said practically verbatim, but I shan’t because you already know its contents.
Nowadays, there’s a lot of negative associations with Bitcoin, but this was nearly 2 years ago. Back then, Bitcoin meant something. It was not a pissing contest between rival ‘communities’. To own bitcoin meant you were part something bigger. To own bitcoin was an act of defiance, a middle finger to the establishment, not another coin.

We have lost sight of what is important.

There is an old joke that I would like to tell and although the punchline may not be relevant, the message is.
‘A banker, a worker, and an immigrant are sitting at a table with 20 cookies. ‘The banker takes 19 cookies and warns the worker: “Watch out, the immigrant is going to take your cookie away.”’

We have been manipulated by the powers that be to fight amongst ourselves. Ask yourselves who benefits from the fragmentation of this community? It sure as shit isn’t us