FOMO

“Fear of Missing Out” this is kind of a running joke with my friends and I that along with suffering from type 1 diabetes, my greatest affliction is FOMO. I hate feeling like I’m missing out on the party. My mother says this started at a young age with my refusal to go to sleep in my crib until everyone else in the house was asleep for fear of missing out on some quality play time. I would like to say I have outgrown this affliction, but I have not. While my FOMO has landed me on some good adventures, i.e. NASCAR 2013 (seriously, most fun thing I have ever done), it has equally ended with some pretty terrible adventures, i.e. 2006 Halloween trip to the “haunted train tracks”

NASCAR 2013
NASCAR 2013

This Memorial Day weekend I had a serious bout of FOMO. Maybe its because I was cleaning out closets while eating mass amounts of birthday cake and not doing something extraordinarily exciting like NASCAR 2013 (again, most fun thing I have ever done. Two thumbs up. Amazing). Or maybe its because I went to the world’s most crowded Kroger and it was empty, presumably because everyone in the world except for me was at the lake or the beach.

Memorial Day 2012
Memorial Day 2012

I think the causes of FOMO can vary from person-to-person, but in my case, I am fearful that I am missing out on something very important. That somehow, the lack of my presence at whatever event or stage of life, makes me less relevant (gah, how vain is that?!). Like allergies are exaggerated in the spring, my FOMO is exaggerated in the summer. Especially boyfriendless summers. If only they made nasonex for FOMO.

EVERYONE IS HANGING OUT WITHOUT ME THIS WEEKEND. I AM DESTINED TO BE A DOG LADY. IF I MISS THIS FUN WEEKEND TRIP I WILL MISS ALL THE FUN THINGS IN LIFE. FOREVER. … –just some sample thoughts that are the symptoms of FOMO.

Random slip n slide, no holiday, just a great FOMO choice except for my landing
Random slip n slide, no holiday, just a great FOMO choice, except for my landing

I have to remind myself, sometimes quite often, that fear is not part of my character anymore. 2 Timothy 1:7. I have to remind myself that where the spirit of the Lord is there is peace and not fear and in that peace there is freedom. Freedom to maybe feel a little bummed that all my friends (aka the shoppers at my local Kroger) are at the lake and I’m cleaning, but peace in knowing that I am following a God that is the perfect planner of weekends, months, seasons, and lives.

And in the words of a wise, wise person…the grass IS always greener…over the septic tank 🙂

One thought on “FOMO

  1. I love your stories! I feel like I have a small connection with you. I feel the same about not having a boyfriend. I have been single for 4 years! It makes me sad sometimes to see people or movies about relationships and I don’t have one.

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