Using my new phone gave me the first taste of FOMO, or the fear of missing out. I downloaded all the free aps. I was switching from Tumblr to Instagram to Twitter, then back to Instagram, posting with the best of them. There was one ultimate exception, though, I had maybe two followers. That somehow didn't stop the prolific use of these tools. Did I care nobody saw the pictures of bacon? I admit, I would be thrilled if someone said they liked it, even if I didn't know who they were. Multitasking is something I've been very proud of being able to do my whole life through. Come to find out, they now say that multitasking isn't great for concentration or maybe blood pressure. Am I worrying that everybody's doing something that I'm not? I can't do much about it, though I try my best to keep up. I did miss the Hello Harto tour and meet-up, regretfully. I did get to send a message to a favorite public speaker of mine, Ivan Coyote, and was astonished and red-cheeked when she kindly sent me a heartfelt note back. How should I feel about missing a conversation I could have put my two cents in about? Do I benefit from thinking this way, sort of selfishly motivated to legitimately mope and pity myself if I miss any of the billions of events happening simultaneously on and offline? Living in Los Angeles is constant awareness shaker that a continuously amazing way of life is common and all around me. I coexist quite well, with the smug satisfaction that, had I similar resources, would well be attending said festivities. It was only a tiny bit worse when I lived in Hollywood. I admit, I have to turn all the electronics off hours before I try to sleep. Yet, I have a penchant for simple pleasure, even just looking out the window. I remember for being insulted by my friends as a loser for playing solitaire on my computer. Who cares? Am I creating FOMO for someone else just by talking about my life on this blog? I guess I'll never know. Instagram, one example of my compulsions, is my way of leaving my mark for posterity. Who cares if only two people like it? It's no longer true that once you die, you'll be forgotten. What you will be remembered for will show your intention, for what it's worth.
