Needs proof. Then goes feral.
For the entire group stage of anything, you're composed. 'It's early.' 'Let's not get carried away.' 'I'm just watching casually.' And then something — one result, one sign, one ordinary Tuesday — clears your evidence threshold, and the Eye watches the firewall come down all at once. Suddenly you're the loudest one in the room, learning chants, canceling plans, emotionally leveraged to a degree that frightens the day-one crowd. The Eye has seen the pattern outside the stadium too: the hobby you dabbled in for a year and then inhaled, the person you 'weren't taking seriously' and then loved at terrifying velocity. Here's the mechanism your friends never decode: your caution was never low interest. It was high interest under quarantine — you knew exactly how feral you get, and you refused to release the animal until the odds deserved it. The cost of open wanting isn't lower for you than for others. You just insist on better terms before you pay it.
Get your read — free on iPhonethe calm was never low interest. you know exactly how feral you get — so you keep the animal caged until the odds deserve it.