Lately I’ve been obsessing over gas anomalies a bit too much. At night when I close my eyes, all I can hear in my head is the block-packing rhythm. Honestly, during the congestion period I actually slept more soundly—anyway, everyone was suffering; so slippage happened, let it happen. But once the market stabilized, the unrealized losing positions I was holding started to keep clawing at me again and again. Even though I know it can’t really keep dropping, I still can’t stop myself from clicking to check. And when things were green—when I was up? I wasn’t that happy either. It felt like I should’ve sold but didn’t, and I was afraid of giving back the gains. Later I realized it actually has little to do with the macro stuff like rate-cut expectations or the U.S. dollar index—it's simply that I’m too sensitive to the word “loss.” It has nothing to do with the numbers in my wallet; it’s just that the string in my mind won’t loosen. Forget it—after watching the charts for too long, I’ve started to feel that the little things in life are what really keep people from sleeping.