Spent half the day “stopping withdrawals,” staring at the mempool as it queued up like traffic jam—felt a bit anxious. Basically, when the network is congested, your transaction is like getting squeezed into the subway during the morning rush: everything looks calm and steady, yet gas fees keep climbing, and in the end it’s either a timeout or a failure. I’ve recently been breaking down the protocol’s flywheel and noticed that the points-based system—shaped by the anti-sybil efforts from airdrop seasons and task platforms—feels like a workplace, and I can’t out-compete those script bots. But then I thought: this congestion actually lets me pause—stop chasing blindly, stop refreshing and only look at real user retention data, and stop mempooling those overheated news cycles. Depressed in my mouth, adding to my position with my hands; anyway, you only get bargains when it drops.