They said, buy the dip—a timeless mantra of the brave (or the blindly optimistic). But each time I buy the dip... the dip keeps dippin’. At this point, it feels less like strategic entry points and more like dollar-cost averaging my way into financial purgatory. The charts look like a ski slope, my portfolio’s doing interpretive dance, and ‘support levels’ are just polite suggestions at this point. Is it a correction? A bear trap? An elaborate joke played by institutional whales? Hard to say. But one thing’s clear—if this is the dip, it brought a shovel.