You see it
A screenshot. A green candle. A stranger up 40x in a group chat you muted months ago. And a quiet voice: everyone is already in but you.
You feel it
That drop in your stomach. The scroll gets faster. What if this is the one you miss? The fear does the clicking for you.
You ape in
No plan, no research, just a full-send before the window closes. Missing out hurts more than being wrong. FOMO wins.

