Ahbubakar hamdu
Honestly, same. People joke about faucets like they’re relics from the browser-mining age, but I find them oddly grounding. I’m a truck mechanic by day, and most of my work is physical, oily, and time-sensitive. Faucets, weirdly, offer this tiny pocket of digital order—like checking into a game you don’t have to play. I’ve got one set to ping me every few hours. Sometimes I’ll pause mid-shift, clean my hands, and do a quick claim. Not for the coins—those won’t buy a sandwich. But for the act itself. It keeps part of my brain in “update mode.” It’s structure without pressure. Crypto zen.