
Implied volatility: it’s the market’s way of predicting the future, like a nervous man at the roulette wheel consulting the bones before he bets against all reason 🎲. Formal definitions are whispered in gloomy parlors-one standard deviation, movement over a year-yet the true meaning? Chaos. Order. The eternal tango of human folly.
Last week, you’d have found volatility lounging about at 26%, bored, fanning itself, recalling August 2023 when bitcoin slept near $30,000, dreaming of price swings, before reality kicked it out of bed.
This weekend, Bitcoin rose from $116,000 to $122,000, providing a clear lesson in the unpredictable nature of things: when volatility stirs, even Dostoevsky’s characters might put down their cigarettes and glance outside. August: the month where traders nap, and yet, the implied volatility-like a drunken uncle-shouts that it’s time for action.