My biggest mistake

My biggest mistake this time was telling others about my stock market venture and contacting them. You know, Coni was breaking the record for the longest-living canary, and I was going to emigrate when he passed away; otherwise, I wouldn't have made this mistake. I console myself by thinking, "Let the money be gone, as long as my health isn't harmed." Never again! Even if they skinned me alive, I wouldn't reveal my financial expectations or current position to anyone. Given my creative personality, I need solitude; I shouldn't pollute my clear mind with idle chatter. Every good deed I do for others is a disservice to myself. Reading a book is like conversing with the author; my interlocutor should be someone with a high level of intellectual depth, no matter the subject. I shouldn't deviate from this line, and that's how I've lived for years. I made an exception with the assumption that I would soon be moving abroad, and I missed a chance to make a truckload of money. My advice: Never engage in dialogue with someone of lower caliber than yourself.