It is comforting to believe that when the world breaks—when housing markets collapse, when “unicorn” startups vaporize, or when seasoned scouts overlook generational talent—it is because of a miscalculation. We want to believe the math was wrong, the data was bad, or the algorithm was flawed. We want to believe it was a glitch in the intellect.
I heard a commentator recently mention that Michael Lewis, the chronicler of our most expensive delusions in his best selling books, has suggested something far more unsettling. In looking at the connective tissue between The Big Short, Moneyball, and Going Infinite, he identifies a different culprit. He notes that the “glue” holding these irrational systems together isn’t incompetence. It is FOMO: The Fear Of Missing Out.
“They are more afraid of being left behind than they are of being wrong.”
This observation completely reframes the narrative of catastrophic failure. It explains why high-IQ individuals—people paid millions to be rational—consistently make decisions that look insane in retrospect. The banker, the VC, and the scout aren’t necessarily blinded by greed, though greed is certainly a passenger in the car. They are blinded by the terror of the empty chair.
Lewis points out that for the social animal, the pain of being left behind is acute and immediate, whereas the pain of being wrong is often abstract and distant. If you sit out a bubble and the bubble keeps inflating, you look like a fool today. You are isolated. You are the cynic at the party who refuses to dance. If you join the bubble and it bursts, well, you have company. As the old financial adage goes, “It is better to fail conventionally than to succeed unconventionally.”
There is a profound, empathetic tragedy in this. It suggests that our systems don’t fail because we aren’t smart enough; they fail because we are too human. We are wired for the herd. The biological imperative to stay with the group—originally a survival mechanism against predators—has been warped into a financial suicide pact.
When we look at the irrational exuberance of a market, we aren’t seeing a mathematical error. We are seeing a materialized anxiety. We are seeing a collective hallucination held together not by logic, but by the sticky, desperate glue of not wanting to be the only one who didn’t buy the ticket.
The antidote, then, isn’t just better data or faster computers. It is the emotional discipline to be lonely. It is the willingness to stand apart from the warmth of the herd and accept the short-term social cost of being “out” for the long-term reward of being right.
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