Hey, I just finished staring at the chart. My position hasn’t moved, yet it feels more exhausting than carrying bricks all day. When I’m in profit, my heart is actually pretty calm—maybe even a little numb. What if it’s up? I haven’t sold. But once it’s in a floating loss—even just a few points—that number feels like it’s carved a clock into my mind, tick-tock, and I can’t sleep at all.

In the group chat, people start circulating screenshots again about stablecoin regulation and reserve audits. Someone posts an old FUD rumor about a depeg, and immediately others follow and get anxious. Honestly, it’s not only the price that I trust—it’s the migration of the narrative: from NFTs to chain games, and then to re-staking. Emotions flutter like a butterfly’s wings. But loss aversion—this thing—really doesn’t make sense. It bypasses logic and attacks your sleep.

Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, losing money isn’t just losing money—it’s losing the version of yourself in the timeline that “thought the story could still get better.” I’m not watching tonight. I’ll let the emotional heatmap walk around on its own first. …Yes, someone asked me how I draw timelines. Actually, I’m still learning, but it feels like tonight’s review will be pretty interesting.