Tuesday, January 25, 2011

people are like stocks

I have a burgeoning theory regarding relationships. We humans, we're stocks. Let me explain. Each of us has a stock price, determined by the market/public. This stock price changes over time. Usually, guys' stock prices increase over time, girls vice versa. This is usually because the things women value in men tend to increase over time--namely wealth. And the things men value in women tend to decrease over time--namely their beauty. But a nine women will most likely never go down to a five and a two man go up to be a nine man. Pretty simple right?

I think using this framework can make the thorny issue of relationships much easier to understand. There is a saying about families: "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." Tolstoy bitches! I think this quote is wrong. I think generally relationships are not working for one reason. One partner has a skewed view of his or her stock price and has failed to realize it. Let's say, three years ago, a 4 man got lucky and married a 6 woman--and the woman knew it. But one day, this 4 man hit the jackpot and won a million dollars. Instantly his stock price went up to 9. But in the mind of the 6 woman, he was still a 4 and treated him accordingly. Over time, the 9 man starts to realize his value has increased. Also, he starts to see that his wife has some new wrinkles and has gained a bit of weight. What is going on here is what the finance guys call, "multiple compression or valuation compression." The market is processing new information and revaluing a stock accordingly. As this process occurs in the mind of the man, he starts not wanting to help his wife with the dishes or throwing out the trash. Instead of spending time thinking of romantic gifts to give to his wife, he starts spending more time with ESPN and YouPorn. His wife starts to feel this. She feels unloved and uncherished. She then does what any woman will do in this situation and starts nagging. "How come you don't help with the dishes anymore? You don't care about me! Tell me you care about me!" Or in market terms: "Look buddy! You're a 4 and I'm a 6. You're not treating me properly. Do the dishes bitch!" What she has failed to realize is that the once 4 man is now a 9 and she is still a 6 at best, probably a 5 now. Hello affair. Bye marriage.




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