This resonated with me. Particularly during my university years. Friends would go out all the time. Mainly parties, get drunk, discos ...

"Do you wanna come Harry!?" "Err, I'm going to give this one a miss"(x300)

Then they'd leave and it was bliss. Peace and quiet. Just me. And whatever the hell I wanted to do.

I could never really put my emotion into thoughts. But the joy of missing out was pretty much it.

"Missing out" is now the status quo. And I'm not sure that's a good thing. Sometimes I feel like a should try more stuff, but do it on my own terms. I'm sure I'll get there.

Thanks for writing. I intend on checking out Svend's book.