It's better during a bear market; everyone is researching projects, improving their skills, and joking around.
When a bull market arrives, I get red-eye disease, heart disease, and insomnia all at once.
I can't sleep, I can't eat, and every time I pick up my phone, I see which group friend made ten times their investment and which friend made eight times. I'm scratching my head, stomping my feet, and slapping my thigh.
Thinking about how far I am from breaking even while many group friends are feeling triumphant, planning what car to buy and what house to get, the class gap is becoming more and more apparent.