Farming “wool” has really started to feel more and more like a job. Set up a task platform, and it’s check-ins and score grinding—more tiring than writing weekly reports. The witch rating system is watching you, afraid you’ll run a few extra accounts and get flagged red. It’s gotten to the point where I almost have PTSD. My roommate keeps bragging that his AI agent auto-runs trades—saying it’s hassle-free and he can still make money. But when I look at the contract interface, there isn’t even proper signature verification tightened—my heart drops halfway. Anyway, I’m not letting a machine press the physical buttons for me; the line for my sense of security is right here. If you’re a details person, well—if it’s tiring, it’s tiring.