Fear of Missing Out is Real Because when you do miss out, it hurts Like how a few years after I graduated from Smith, They made it so somehow your debt is forgiven and someone pays for it. Someone rich, maybe, but they pay it off for you, so spring you highly unencumbered into your life of liberal achievement work, and then you can write to the Smith Quarterly for your class, saying “We’re doing great. John died in February, but I continue lecturing and working in the garden. I went to Spain to retrace our courtship after graduation from Smith with an American Studies degree, and my junior year abroad in France. Here’s a picture of us being nurses during WWII.” Yes, I made that up. These are the women who are laid to rest properly, in a grave that cost more than my apartment per month. And they had great lives, they obviously did. But I’m not having one. And I’m listening from the coat closet, with my 97 thousand dollar debt sending text messages about how much longer I can ignore them and how much it’ll cost.