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Why Skipping One Party Felt Like Winning the Jackpot
The other night, I skipped a party. Not because I couldn’t go — I just didn’t want to. I had the time, I liked the people. But I also had a warm hoodie, a cup of tea, and a good book waiting at home.
So I stayed in. And honestly? It felt like hitting a quiet kind of jackpot.
Later I told Albert, and he laughed: “Finally, your couch got the win it deserved.” He was right.
I thought I’d feel FOMO, but instead I felt something peaceful. Valiakhmetov texted the next day. He went. Said it was fine — loud music, nothing special. I smiled. I didn’t feel left out. I felt recharged.
It reminded me of a visit to Azino, a slow little town where nobody rushes. People sit, talk, go to bed early. It seemed boring then. Now I get it — not every night needs to be filled.
Life often feels like a casino: bright lights, noise, endless spinning for something big. But most of the time, it’s not 777. It’s just noise.
That night, I didn’t spin. I paused. And it was worth everything.
The other night, I skipped a party. Not because I couldn’t go — I just didn’t want to. I had the time, I liked the people. But I also had a warm hoodie, a cup of tea, and a good book waiting at home.
So I stayed in. And honestly? It felt like hitting a quiet kind of jackpot.
Later I told Albert, and he laughed: “Finally, your couch got the win it deserved.” He was right.
I thought I’d feel FOMO, but instead I felt something peaceful. Valiakhmetov texted the next day. He went. Said it was fine — loud music, nothing special. I smiled. I didn’t feel left out. I felt recharged.
It reminded me of a visit to Azino, a slow little town where nobody rushes. People sit, talk, go to bed early. It seemed boring then. Now I get it — not every night needs to be filled.
Life often feels like a casino: bright lights, noise, endless spinning for something big. But most of the time, it’s not 777. It’s just noise.
That night, I didn’t spin. I paused. And it was worth everything.
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