FOMO AND JOMO

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It was Melbourne Cup Day yesterday, a big deal in Australia. Even the Stock Exchange takes a break at 3 pm to watch the race. And there’s a buzz that you’re expected to get caught up in. Gert’s hairdresser despaired when told that not only was Gert not having a bet on the Melbourne Cup, she was not attending the Cup Day sidewalk sales or paying any attention to the Fashions On The Field or the celebrity goings-on in The Birdcage. If hairdressers were allowed to be rude she would have said, “What’s wrong with you?”

Aha, Gert has not only conquered FOMO, she’s on the JOMO bandwagon – the Joy Of Missing Out http://anildash.com/2012/07/jomo.html

What a great sense of freedom there is in feeling that everyone else is rushing round in circles keeping up with everyone else rushing round in circles while you’re lying in the grass doing nothing at all.

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9 thoughts on “FOMO AND JOMO

  1. Made me think immediately of this, in the delight of not having to keep up with events:

    I’m nobody! Who are you?
    Are you nobody, too?
    Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
    They’d banish us, you know!

    How dreary to be somebody!
    How public like a frog
    To tell one’s name the livelong day
    To an admiring bog!

    Emily Dickinson

  2. I hadn’t thought of how appropriate that is in the drain the swamp era.

    Am doing a tanka class, by the way; two weeks. These week we write a set of tankas, then do a renga sort of things with others in the class; next week we read them all. An interesting process.

  3. I wouldn’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member sounds to be your personal mantra, Gert — it’s certainly mine. I belong to my own club, and I suspect it has the same rules as your club: “The club will admit but one member, and may deign to have links with other similar clubs, but not clubs which vast hordes of humanity would want to join.”

    Or something like that.

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