Finally, after that meeting that lasted nearly three hours, it’s over. My neck is stiff. When I stepped outside, I saw the Mempool packed tight like the morning rush hour—Gas fees were climbing rapidly, and transactions were lining up for so long that I started to question life itself. I just sent one transaction, but after waiting for ages, it still wouldn’t confirm. I was so anxious I just stared at that little pending circle in a daze. Tell me about it—when this thing clogs up, it’s just like the time a cross-chain bridge was stolen. Everyone’s stuck there saying they’re “waiting for confirmation,” but no one knows how long you’ll have to wait before it actually stabilizes. The last time there was an oracle pricing anomaly, I was kept waiting for confirmations in the same kind of nerve-racking way—I was terrified it would get stolen and hijacked. In plain terms, when the Mempool is congested, your transaction is like waiting in line for a number—people behind you outbid and cut in, and you can only stand there and watch. Forget it—next time I’ll broadcast it half an hour early so I don’t get stuck in this traffic jam.