Gemotions

He tapped his foot impatiently as he scanned the room. His friend, Mark, had planned a simple bowling party, complete with cheap beer and loud music. His own party was a grand gala, complete with gourmet food and celebrity guests. He had spent a fortune.

He surveyed the crowd. Some of his friends were here, but where was everyone else? He felt his lip curl. His carefully crafted guest list, the perfectly chosen venue, the impeccable decor – it all felt diminished. He grabbed his phone and started scrolling through his contacts, sending messages. They had to be there. They *had* to. He needed to know that his party was the better one. He needed to feel important, he needed to feel superior.