I wish I could say that I fall in the JOMO camp. but truthfully, I’m a card-carrying member of the FOMO Association. I might even be president, or CEO. How’s that for a job title: Jean Unger, CEO FOMO, LLC.
I’ve done nothing today. I hosted a meeting this morning, took Butters for a walk and spent the rest of the day eating, working on a jigsaw puzzle and watching Physical on Apple TV and wishing I were as skinny as Rose Byrne. But, there’s that whole binging and purging thing going on, and I don’t have the drive to work that hard.
I wouldn’t say I’m bored, because there are plenty of things I could be doing. I simply don’t feel like it. So instead, I wallow in FOMO all day and night. It’s a place I live, and I seem to have become very uncomfortably comfortable here.
It’s 4th of July weekend and I’m quite sure most people are with other people doing stuff so how is it that I am alone at home? Husband is here, but he’s in another room “doing his own thing.”
Friends report they are on the water somewhere in a kayak or on a boat or laying on a beach. Some are in the mountains doing, I don’t know, something. But all of that requires a lot of work and step one would be to move my ass from my chair, and I don’t feel like it.
So thanks everyone, but this is not self-care. This is not choosing to do nothing. This is me not feeling like doing anything and then agonizing over it.
Some tips would be appreciated because I’m sure if I got a few drinks in me I’d feel differently. Jelly Beans aren’t doing the trick.