Staring at the fee table in a daze, the red numbers are jumping just like my heartbeat. Someone in the group shouted "this time is different," and my hand is already hovering over the buy button.

Paused for three seconds, sent a screenshot of my position to my alt account—last week I chased it in with the same posture, and I'm still trying to break even.

To be blunt, a market with high fees is like the subway during morning rush hour—the doors are open, but even if you squeeze in, you might not get a seat. I'm going to refill my coffee first. If I still want to buy when I come back, at least it'll be a sober decision.