Here's my Christmas wish—give me a narrative so absolutely bonkers it launches straight into the stratosphere. One I can actually wrap my head around. Yeah, I'm violently FOMO. Always am. But here's the thing: I don't sell. Not a single satoshi. I just hold through the madness, ride every wave and every dip until we hit that magical 100 million. Then I crash. Just fall asleep like the market never existed. Meanwhile everyone's screaming calls, prices exploding, and the whole ecosystem going haywire. That's the dream. That's the only story worth believing in.