P and I joke all the time about his “FOMO”, for the lay people, that is Fear Of Missing Out. He loves to go, to do, to be involved, its a characteristic I wish I had, but often times I’m plague by my FOBA, Fear of Being Annoyed…I’m such a cool person.
My Inner Monologue: “I’d love to go to that concert thats coming, but…it’ll get out late, the metro will be insane…I’ll just stay home and watch another episode of Pretty Wicked Moms on Lifetime…that’s just as good…”
I don’t have FOMO per se, but I do have FOMAP…Fear of Missing A Picture.
Is this day an age, it’s so easy to just take a picture or video of everything….and I do….a lot. Sometimes too much where I’m missing whats going on in front of me waiting for my slow as molasses instagram to load or something…it’s bad.
Well today, I had a FOMAP moment, I have this thing where I kinda wanna take Lukes picture in every piece of clothing he’s ever had…why? I don’t know, it’s a disease. Well today, he wore “joveralls”, I mean…I gotta take pictures of that right? Thanks for agreeing with me, I thought so too…