In 2024, you're over 30, and after being laid off, you don’t want to deliver takeout or drive for ride-hailing. You invest all your savings into airdrops. You are cautious, only choosing high financing + big VC + popular tracks. You spend three months scrolling Twitter and carefully jot down in Notion: Linea, Scroll, Babylon, Story, Monad. As you age, you can only grind for a maximum of 8 hours a day. You don’t want to choose overly competitive projects; you see KOLs on Twitter recommending these projects with solid backgrounds and some barriers to entry. You think, even if it’s not a big profit, at least it should be a small one. It’s impossible to underperform even basic Web2 investments, right? The diligent first half of the year passes, and in the second half, you receive your first harvest from Scroll. Aside from many low-quality accounts that earned nothing under 200 points, you at least recouped some gas fees. You taste a bit of sweetness, but not much. Your girlfriend of seven years urges you to get married. You count the numbers in your account, grit your teeth, and promise that 2025 will be a bull market. Every night before sleep, you lie in bed dreaming of the joy of being eligible for airdrops, tossing and turning for an hour before finally falling asleep. Time reaches 2025, and the price of Bitcoin hits 100,000. In the first quarter, you are excited; many crops sown last year are just waiting to be harvested this year. Story has launched, but it seems like it hasn’t. To be honest, you feel quite hit because you invested a lot of manpower into it, but you think it’s okay; setbacks in airdrop hunting are inevitable. You have other projects promising to launch this quarter. Then Linea keeps getting pushed back. You murmur to yourself that you've already withdrawn your money, but the price of ETH has dropped significantly since your investment. You feel upset, sell your ETH, and buy Sol at 180, hoping for a comeback. In April, Babylon finally arrives. You excitedly open the airdrop website and then do the math, only to find you can't even recoup your gas fees. Suddenly, you can't hold it in anymore; you break down. You feel angry but can't find any outlet for that anger. You think about the weight gained from long hours of sitting and not exercising, the monotonous time spent clicking the mouse in front of the computer, the promises made to your girlfriend last year, your parents back home, and countless nights lying in bed imagining being eligible.