FOMO is a widespread disease. As the world becomes ever faster-paced and we respond to every email and news item when our smartphone vibrates, incidents of FOMO grow exponentially.
FOMO is, of course, the dreaded affliction also known as Fear of Missing Out.
With the advent of technology, many of us feel like we need to know everything and be everywhere every hour of every day or else we are behind in the latest gossip and the newest fad and just life in general. Somehow knowing things first has almost become the equivalent of being intelligent, as if just getting the information first means that we are smarter, better.
What ever happened to sitting back and reflecting and writing and connecting ideas and creating new realizations based on one’s thoughts alone? Where is the emphasis on the importance of our individual observations and beliefs and perspectives separate from external validation and what the media think and want us to feel.
But in any case this post isn’t about human FOMO. It’s about cat FOMO.
Our cat, Molly, has come down with a serious case of FOMO. Perhaps all cats are this way. Or even all animals.
As long as she thought I was still sleeping in bed, she was content in her cat nap, too:
But as soon as she hears any sign of me waking up, she does her morning stretch and starts circling me:
Molly never wants to miss out on what I might do next. Maybe he’ll pet me, maybe he’ll feed me, maybe he’s going to rearrange all the furniture so that it becomes one big scratching playground for me.
She’s right. Maybe those things will happen.
So what is my point? Well, the truth is I don’t always have one. But if I were to try and make one up, I guess Molly’s behaviour justifies my own FOMO.
You should always be alert and ready just in case. Maybe that email at 4:34 AM in the morning is from the sister you never knew you had. She knows you are in Montreal and she’s here for a trip, but has been back and forth about contacting you. Finally, she musters up the courage to email you, but her flight leaves at 7 AM so you just have enough time to catch her at the airport if you read the email right away. She’s headed to Uganda for a yearlong project with MSF so if you miss her today, you may not see her for at least a year. What then? What if you didn’t get yourself out of bed to check that email at 4:34 in the morning? I would personally be sad if that happened.
So you see: you never want to miss out on something potentially amazing.
You never know when someone’s going to rub your tummy.