FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out)

Facebook.  I love it!  I hate it.  I get so caught up in it!  I am bored with it.  I am the type of person who is afraid I am going to miss something.  It isn't one of those fears that you KNOW you have until you see a pattern in your life that points it out to you.  When I was a kid, I would just about pee in my pants before leaving the neighborhood game of hide and seek, to go to the bathroom.  I remember one time having to stand in one place with my legs crossed REAL tight cause if I moved or relaxed, I was going to get wet!  All the while my friends are standing there almost chanting for me to hold it.  I remember one girl begging me not to go and that if I crossed my legs and held it, the urge would pass.  For a person with that kind of FMS (Fear of Missing Something) or FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out), Facebook is a time stealer.  Oh yes, those are actual acronyms I did not make them up.

Saturday, I was supposed to be working on scrapbook pages for our Foreign Exchange Student.  Either that or I was supposed to be helping my husband build a small deck on our pool.  Did I do either?  No.  I pretended to be scrapbooking to get out of helping with the deck, but I was REALLY on Facebook almost the entire day.  Granted part of the reason was that I was up so late the night before that I was in too much of a fog to actually put a real thought to anything and there is nothing more mindless than Facebook, but about 2 PM I realized that I had just f***ed a day away.  "Oh well," I thought.  "Might as well finish it off!"  Aaaand I went right back to it.

Now did I spend the entire 18 hours of awake time on Facebook?  No, I did sweep the sides of the pool and the patio, cleaned off the outside tables and chairs, and cooked 2 meals.  I also DID do at least one page of the scrapbook.  I will say that my butt was sore from the much wasted time in the book of faces.

Why the hell...?  I have too much to do to let that happen again.  Seriously thinking about deleting.  Except that it is the only means of contact I have with most of my family and friends during this busy time of life.  Hmmm, is there a connection?  No really, if I got on the phone with someone, I would have a hard time getting off.  I just can't let go, I might miss something!