Once upon a time, nearly eons ago, I suffered from a very serious condition known as FOMO, or “fear of missing out.” I was crippled by the prospect of missing out on anything fun or noteworthy…or really anything at all.
I can see now how immature my fomophobia was. Also, there’s actually no such thing as fomophobia, so I was suffering from a plight that didn’t exist…when I realized that, I felt kind of ridiculous and knew it was time to make a change. Now that I am older, infinitely wiser, and possess all kinds of knowledge about many different things, I have the wherewithal to pump the brakes on my FOMO. Or at least kind of – I’ve certainly gotten a whole lot better.
In unrelated news, I had a really great weekend that included several of my favorite things:
- The Whigs @ The 40 Watt
- Last Resort
- a W for Georgia
- my first romper
- Hilbilly Bel (decidedly NOT a favorite but any sighting of Hilary warrants mention)
- mashing with Sister (she started it!)
- the new XXL Chalupa from Taco Bell
I absolutely made the right call in going to Athens. Maybe I’m not really over my FOMO – perhaps it’s just that I always make the decision that is best for me, thus have no regrets…
That’s definitely it.
GO BRAVOS!