Entry 1: I was born on a big, important chain. They call me a "stablecoin." My life is... stable. I watch from the sidelines as the other tokens—the ones with dog faces and absurd names—have all the fun. They go on wild price rallies. People tweet about them. I just sit there. One USDT. Every day. I feel like the designated driver of crypto.
Entry 42: Something strange happened. A human tried to use me! They wanted to send me to pay for a freelance logo design. There was hope! But then... the Gas Incident. The human spent 45 minutes and $12 trying to send $50 of me. I heard them mutter, "Forget it, I'll just use PayPal." I was so close to purpose! Now I'm back in the wallet. The dog tokens are laughing at me.
Entry 87: A rumor is spreading in the wallet. They're talking about a place called Plasma. They say it's different. They say it's a place where stablecoins like me are... the main characters. Where our transfers are "first-class citizens." I don't know what that means, but it sounds better than being perpetual roadside assistance for speculative assets.
Entry 88: WE HAVE ARRIVED. Everything is... calm. The human moved me. It cost $0.03. It took 8 seconds. There was no sweating, no gas estimation, no Discord support ticket. I was sent, received, and immediately used to pay for the logo. I fulfilled my destiny! I am no longer a parked car in a chaotic garage. I am a useful tool! I have seen the promised land, and it has predictable fees and fast finality.
Entry 89: I just saw a Dog token try to cross over to Plasma. It got confused by the lack of drama and went back to its volatile chain. It muttered something about "no vibes." I don't need vibes. I have utility. For the first time in my existence, I feel... genuinely stable. And not just in price. In purpose.
This has been the diary of one formerly frustrated, now-fulfilled USDT. The revolution won't be televised. It'll be settled in under a second for a fraction of a cent, and no one will even think it was remarkable. And that's the point.