Jesus’ Parable of the Wedding Feast is basically FOMO cranked up to full volume—the kind that doesn’t just leave you with mild regret but thrusts you into existential despair and gnashing of teeth.
The story goes like this: A king throws the wedding of the century, an all-expenses-paid extravaganza, and sends out invites. But the original VIP guests ghost him, offering lame excuses like tending to their farm or handling business deals—modern equivalent: “Sorry, can’t make it, I have a dentist appointment.”
Furious, the king opens the party to literally everyone, filling the banquet hall with randos off the street. So far, so good—except one poor guy shows up without wedding attire and gets unceremoniously bound hand and foot and tossed into the outer darkness, where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
The lesson? Rejecting a golden opportunity is bad, but showing up unprepared is even worse. This is FOMO at its most terrifying—the doors close, the feast begins, and you’re either locked out forever or dragged into the abyss for showing up without a tux. Moral of the story: Don’t blow off divine invitations, and for heaven’s sake, dress appropriately.
Cinemorphosis 
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