Allow me to wax poetic. Or, at least allow me to wax first.
One time i heard this story about a millionaire, and he was doing well. So well in fact, he liked to beat up the $20/month hired investing help when they made the wrong decisions with his money (which should have been his decisions considering it was his money).
But in any event, not only did this gentleman harangue the hired hand so much he altered the performance of his own farmed out portfolio, but the pressure he brought to bear altered the performance of everybody else's portfolio too. And it was always somebody else's fault. Which is a direct result of expecting everything to go your way right now every time because you have a million bucks you see.
So after a while this gentleman decides for once he may as well captain his own ship. But nobody can understand the orders he barks, and he barks them all the time. Of course it goes off course and runs into the rocks once a while. Like investing strategeries sometimes tend to do. That's why captains have tough skin.
But when the haranguing starts in reverse, and a mild haranguing it was at that, the ole capitan decides to take his ball and go home. Or else hold his breath until he turns blue. Yeah, that'll show 'em.
Moral of the story? I don't know. I was never very good at the morals part, but something about goose and gander comes to mind. Or maybe it was heat and a kitchen. No matter.
And as soon as i get a million bucks i'm going to buy some new balls.