Recently I realized it’s not that I’m afraid of losing money—I’m afraid of those two words, “floating loss,” hanging there. One glance and it makes me feel annoyed. Even before bed, I can’t help but imagine what to do if I end up smashing it again tomorrow. By contrast, “floating profit” feels weird too. It’s still not cashed out, yet in my mind it defaults to: “Just leave it there.” And I can even pretend to be calm… To put it plainly, loss aversion is just too real. That tiny bit of loss gets magnified until it feels like my whole self is off.

So lately I’ve decided to train myself on one word: stop. Stop—I won’t add to my positions recklessly. Stop watching—I won’t keep staring at that chart line, confirming it over and over. Stop refreshing—especially when I see discussions about chain games where inflation plus studio “brushing” of rewards twists the coin price into a spiral. The more I look, the more anxious I get, and it feels like I’m being dragged in too. Anyway, I’ll just wait it out slowly. What I can do is cause less disruption, and first of all, keep my sleep protected.