"The Strict Security Guard Who Always Confiscates Lighters Before We Burn Our Own House Down"

I have an impulsive disorder; my hands get itchy and I want to overtrade when I'm bored. That's like playing with fire in a gasoline warehouse. But you're always patrolling and giving me a stern warning: 'Be patient! Wait for the setup! Don't be stupid!'. Your firmness in preventing me from entering the market carelessly saves my capital from deadly boredom. You protect me from my greatest enemy: myself.