FOMO (fear of missing out) is probably my #1 motivator and most nagging neurosis.
I’ll say yes to things I’m not that interested in just because I can’t handle the possibility of people I like having fun without me.
What’s that? My favorite friends will all be standing nude in a snowstorm, listening to live death metal and eating maggot stir-fry? Hmmm…they all RSVP’d yes? OK. What can I bring?
(One thing that trumps FOMO for me is the less-catchy FOHTFAO – Fear Of Having To Find An Outfit.)
When I say no to something, I wish it could just be canceled altogether so I didn’t have to worry about missing out. And I say no to a lot, because I refuse to miss my dance class. The earliest I can be shower-fresh on Wednesdays and Fridays is 9:30. By that time, everyone’s looking around for the waiter to get the check.
The best? When I say no, and then hear, “You didn’t miss ANYTHING. Be glad you didn’t go.”
When you find out the bus broke down.
Or nobody good showed up.
Or everyone was forced to do trust falls and there were no snacks and no bathrooms.
That’s when you experience the sweet relief that is GIMO, the feeling of Glad I Missed Out.
It’s the opposite of, and antidote to, the dreaded FOMO.
I had a preemo GIMO experience recently.
This month, we were invited to a REALLY expensive pop-up dinner thing with a world-famous Copenhagen chef in Tulum. Like, per person, the meal was more than the price of flights for two people (including Even More Legroom upgrades).
We kept saying, “Too much money.” But then wavering, “But it would be really fun to be there.”
We pictured being with the coolest people in the food world, including the friend who invited us. More than anything, it was about enjoying it with her. She and her husband live in San Francisco, and we don’t get to see them enough.
“Too much money” won out and we didn’t go.
Well, the friend who invited us was so sick, she stayed in her hotel room the whole time and didn’t make it to the dinner. We got text updates from her with several poo emojis.
I was sad for her. Seriously: vicariously disappointed and bummed.
But also…so satisfied for us!
“Can you imagine if we paid all that money to have that special dinner together and then have to go without her? We’d be SO. PISSED.” To high-five over our friend’s intestinal distress would’ve been evil, but we did give each other the “Phew, dodged a bullet” face.
It’s a relief to have total confidence in a decision that was hard to make.
When it comes to should-I-or-shouldn’t-I, go-or-stay-home situations, So Happy I Did It (SHIDI) is the most gratifying outcome.
But second to that, I’ll take a nice case of GIMO any day.
Do you battle with FOMO? Have you had a good GIMO incident lately?
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