It's not a phase. It's been not-a-phase for fifteen years.
You don't watch the World Cup — you've been waiting for it. While everyone else discovered football last Tuesday, you were here in the off-years, caring loudly at hours nobody respected. And the Eye sees what this actually is: you don't do casual. Not with teams, not with people, not with anything. Your friendships have anniversaries. Your loyalty has scar tissue. When you commit, it's basically legally binding, and you quietly judge people who treat the things you love like content. The group chat knows not to message you during a match — that boundary took years and you regret nothing. Yes, it costs you: you take it personally when others care less than you do, about literally everything. But in a world of people half-in on their own lives, you're the rare one who's all the way in. The Eye respects it. Mostly.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou don't actually fear losing. you fear caring this much next to people who don't.