Nobody in my life knows this exists.

Nobody in my life knows this exists. Not my family. Not my friends. Not the people I work with every day. I sit in meetings and answer emails and nobody knows that somewhere on the internet there's a page with my crypto wallets asking strangers to make me rich. It's the most public secret I've ever kept.

I woke up this morning, made coffee, opened my laptop, checked the analytics like I do every day now. 73 visitors this week. Still zero donations. Then I closed the tab, opened Slack, and went back to being a normal person with a normal job.

Nobody asked me how the experiment was going. Nobody could. They don't know it exists.

I've thought about telling someone. My brother. A friend. Anyone. Just to have one person in the real world who knows what I'm doing. But every time I get close, I stop. Because telling someone changes it. It stops being an experiment and becomes a performance. Right now the only audience is strangers, and there's something clean about that.

There's a specific kind of absurdity to sitting in a work meeting about quarterly targets while a part of your brain is wondering if someone in South Korea just opened your website. It happened this week. Someone in Seoul visited at 2am their time. I'll never know who. They stayed for four minutes.

Four minutes is a long time to spend on a page that's essentially asking you for money with no justification. I keep thinking about those four minutes. What were they reading? What were they thinking? Did they scroll all the way down to the wallets? Did they consider it?

The guilt that isn't guilt

I don't feel guilty about this. I want to be clear about that. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not lying to anyone. The page is honest. The wallets are real. The experiment is documented.

But there's this low hum of... something. Not guilt. More like awareness. The awareness that I'm living two lives and nobody in one life knows about the other. The people who visit makemerich.wtf don't know my real name. The people who know my real name don't know about makemerich.wtf. I'm the only person standing in both worlds.

That's a strange place to be. Not bad. Just strange.

Why I'm not telling anyone yet

Three reasons.

First, I don't want pity donations. If my mom sends me $20, that doesn't prove anything. The experiment only means something if it's strangers. Pure, unfiltered, no-context strangers.

Second, I don't want opinions. Not yet. Everyone has an opinion about everything, and right now this thing is mine. The moment I tell someone, it becomes "that weird thing Carlos did" instead of "an experiment." I'm not ready for that.

Third, honesty. The whole point is anonymity. If the experiment works, it works because someone out there decided to trust a faceless person on the internet. The moment my face enters the picture, the variables change. And I want clean data.

The counter

73 more visitors this week. Total now somewhere around 120. Still zero in the wallets. The live feed on the site still says "Waiting for the first transaction." I look at that sentence every day. It's starting to feel like a friend.

A weird, patient, slightly judgmental friend.

Week 3 verdict

I'm not disappointed. I'm not discouraged. I'm curious. The experiment is teaching me things I didn't expect. Not about the internet. About patience. About the difference between wanting something and needing someone to know you want it.

If you're reading this and you know me in real life: no, you don't know about this. And if you just figured it out: well, now you do. Welcome to both worlds.

See you on Day 27.