Today I heard about a new condition I am definitely not in danger of suffering from: FOMO, or the Fear Of Missing Out.
I remember back in my late teens when I was first at art college and again when I first got a job in an ad agency in London in the 80's, going through little phases of FOMO, although I have usually thought of those times as my desperate needy "new girl" days. I felt like I had an opportunity to hang out with the cool kids and be where all the exciting stuff was happening and it would be stupid to sleep or eat or go to the bathroom... when those things became necessary I felt quite literally desperate and wondered what everyone was talking about in my absence! What if something earth shattering happened and I wasn't there to be part of it???
It soon wore off though.... maybe because I was the loner arty kid who went to great lengths to avoid my brother and live-in cousins as a child so that I could have some peace to read a book or just play alone. Maybe because I have always been self contained and soon bored of the cool kids anyway, maybe that's why the whole social networking obsession has barely made a dent in my psyche?
I know, you are wondering: if so then why I am writing this blog? why I post pics on Flickr? Why I chat on doll forums, why tweet once in a very blue moon? This is different to FOMO, as it was initially started just as a way of publicising my dolls & art, then, as time went on, I found I enjoyed the routine and liked the people I met along the way. There is no desperation involved though, no NEED. Sometimes I don't blog for weeks on end and forget to check what others are blogging about too, I am happy for the world to pass me by while I am concentrating on... whatever... hell, just watching TV!!!
I even set up a Twitter account but tweet so infrequently and erratically that a vet would put this little birdie to sleep. As it probably says somewhere on this blog "You can follow me on Twitter" but it will be a thankless task, let me warn you now. It will be like spending the afternoon at Chester Zoo hoping to see the sloth move a toe or to catch a glimpse of the mythical Red Panda. Have even the keepers actually seen it?
Anyhooo, I'm off to play with my brand new 8 week old kitten, Georgie, and if he stays still long enough I might blog a photo of his cute fuzzy self soon ;o)