Over the past couple of days, meme trading has gotten lively again—I even feel my fingers getting itchy—but let’s be honest: the excitement is for other people. I need to make my own stop-loss plan first and write it down. Every time I feel like charging in, I’ll type into the notes “What’s the most I can lose,” and if I don’t write it, I’ll treat it as if I didn’t think it through… otherwise, once a needle goes in, my emotions run faster than the K-line.

The kind of news about a cross-chain bridge going wrong comes out, and my first reaction isn’t to chase the new narrative—it’s to check whether I’ve put my money on a “path that requires prayers.” The oracle might occasionally report some outrageous price, and then the group chat starts “waiting for confirmation,” all the way until daylight. It feels like everyone is lining up to claim a psychological comfort voucher.

The other night, I genuinely had the urge to uninstall a certain trading app—so I wouldn’t act on impulse with my own hands. But I held back: uninstalling doesn’t make the risk disappear; it just moves the compulsive need from the screen into my head… forget it. I’ll still follow the plan like an adult. Trigger it, then get out—no feelings. Private keys are the lifeline; stop-loss is the second lifeline.