Prelude: Ingrid Nilsen is my idol! I've been subscribed to her channel since almost the beginning, and though I don't watch all of her videos (because not all of them are relevant to my life), I still admire how down-to-earth, positive, innovative, and strong she is.
So, she's recently started a series on her second channel called 5 Minutes For Us, or #5MFU. For each video, a topic is chosen for her viewers/followers to discuss and she ties it all together in a little vlog with her own take on the topic.
This is a bit of a spontaneous idea, but since this blog lacks material, I thought I would join the conversation with a little bloggity-blog for each topic (maybe not every topic, since this post is on the topic she chose a couple of weeks month ago). I'm going with my own little hashtag #5M4U because I thought it was a bit cuter.
FOMO: Fear of Missing Out
There is so much in the world to experience; so many milestones to achieve; so many personal goals to fulfill; so many people to meet; so many chances to take... there are just so many things that we see happening in everyone and anyone else's lives that sometimes - well, if you ever experience FOMO - you just can't help but feel terrible about your life.
I wanted to start my own #5M4U with this topic because it is a prominent thing in my life... because I'm a huge sufferer of FOMO. The first, clearest FOMO moment of mine - and it's super embarrassing, I'm squirming as I type - was back in grade 9, when my parents didn't let me go to the school dance for grade 9 students. I cried and cried. I felt like Cinderella when her evil stepmother told her she couldn't go to the Prince's ball and I hated my parents for not letting me go out to experience the fun that (I thought) every one of my classmates was having. What makes it an embarrassing memory is that the next day back at school, I found out that none of my friends went anyway, and those who did thought it was lame, and I had to play it cool and be like "Yeah, I totally didn't want to go anyway."
Nowadays I still have moments when I'm sitting in bed late at night scrolling through my Instagram or Facebook feed, or when I'm talking to my friends, family or coworkers and they're telling me about what they or their friend's brother's cousin's uncle's friend did and I begin to think to myself, "Man, my life is reeeeeeally, almost painfully lame."
And the subsequent thought is almost always "This is all my parents' fault!!!" And I'm not going to go too much into detail, but it is. Don't tell me otherwise.
It is. Most of it, anyways.
But the rest of it is all on me and I know it. I tend to hermit myself and skip out on opportunities when they arise. I shy away from what I want to do because of bullshit reasons that I come up with for myself. In short, I'm lazy and too passive and there are a bunch of things I could not be missing out on if I just went for what I wanted or took what I wanted.
There's a line from a book that I read that I have started trying to live by:
I grieve nothing, I take everything. It kinda sounds sinister (especially if you knew which character said it), but for me, it means not regretting or dwelling on anything and instead just taking whatever comes your way and running with it. In relation to FOMO, it means not feeling bad about myself for missing out or potentially missing out on something, and just going out there and taking the opportunities that I get to create my own experiences.
So that was my spiel about FOMO. I'll do this again when there's a topic I can relate to. Join in the conversation on Twitter, or Ingrid's Youtube or Facebook pages with the hashtag #5MFU!
(P.S. if you're a fan of romantic, dystopian, action-packed, young-adult, fantasy/sci-fi fiction, go read the Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi so I have someone to cry about it with).