Joy of missing out. Reflection of fear of missing out in wonderful duality. The ultimate realization that you don’t want to go and socialize, and that you only don’t want to miss out where “everyone’s having fun out there“. It’s Friday. Or a concert. Or Christmas. Or New Year’s Eve. You need to be there out with everyone else to secure your image of recognition and status in the society, subconsciously plotting a way to escape early of boredom, I mean, what kind of weirdo sits home and sleeps home when everyone’s having fun out there living fast with all the music, drinks, and people?
I do. And I love it.