For the most part, I am a normal Gen-Y’er from the British West Country. I live in California and work for a VC firm. I go to dinner parties, I play board games and I drink too much red wine.
Told you I was normal.
But there is something a bit odd about me. Overwhelmed by my own mortality (aren’t we all?), and the implication this has on how much I am able to experience, FOMO plagues my every waking hour. As a result of this bittersweet affliction, my life has been a series of experiments – am I a goth? am I a hippy? am I a bespoke-suited capitalist? – flirting with multiple subcultures in a desperate attempt to find my people, my tribe. As each new group of people I meet teach me something new – about myself, about the world, about the human condition – I realise that the quest has no end, that it’s a lifetime vocation.