... what's this empty space here? Let me get it filled a bit :)

Both: those who admire the rich, worship them and want to emulate them. There is the praise and the jubilation in matters of space travel, the enthusiastic outlook on as yet untapped possibilities. The opposite of this is very vividly described by you :D

If I had to choose a camp - thank God, I don't have to - you would find me on the side of the fantasists. Greta can go to xxx.

At the moment things seem far too puritanical to me anyway (may be a mere error of perception, I'm not sure), I wish for the disco times and love parades back.
My going along with doomsday scenarios has worn thin and I'm glad I didn't waste my youth trying to make the world a better place. My settled age grants me the privilege of hindsight and I'm just glad I didn't let opportunities for adventure pass me by. There is nothing worse than regretting one's present existence because one has not really lived.

In the heyday of PR and advertising agencies, where we threw our clients' budgets out the window, my colleagues even went on a couple of parabolic flights, taking the winners of a cosmonaut training course. On the Reeperbahn, we organised a small race with the Mercedes team, the whole neighbourhood was cordoned off for it. We had a blast!
You just don't have to take yourself so seriously and think you're something better because you dance with the rich and beautiful. I really have a distaste for groupies. lol

It happens that I also can't decide between the colours of the pills.