Flyer: Oh no FOMO!
Each year, when January rolls around I draft up a list of vague new year’s resolutions.
Vague because when they inevitably get broken I don’t get too down on myself. I mean, why beat yourself up when you were only half-serious anyway?
This year, one of my resolutions is to rise above the whole FOMO phenomena - or Fear Of Missing Out - and to see FOMO for the deceit that it is.
Which, if you’ll excuse a moment of earnestness, is a consumerist fiction about ‘having it all’, that once unpacked says happiness and satisfaction can only arise from external matters.
Which, as the Buddha wisely said, is bullshit.
Not three weeks into the new year and on Wednesday my resolve was tested. Last week, Ben forecast a very big swell to hit my coast late Tuesday and early Wednesday, and I was suitably excited at the prospect of a big, clean south swell in summer.
I checked the local on Tuesday afternoon and the needle hadn’t budged. Never mind, I thought to myself, it’ll be here tomorrow.
Rising early Wednesday I wondered about the lack of sound from the east. Its absence was explained after I pulled into the dark carpark, empty save for the two cars belonging to the two Phil’s, who both wanted to know where the hell the swell was.
No swell? I didn’t believe them. The swell was a gimme, a slam dunk, and it wasn’t just the wave models that agreed, there was evidence via ASCAT readings and photos from Tassie taken the day before.
None of that computed with the dire view in front of me, but there you go. We were missing out. I was missing out. Let the testing times begin.
I was proud of the way I handled myself in the aftermath of the missing swell. Disappointed, sure, but I took a philosophical view noting joy and stoke are but fleeting, and I wasn’t a lesser person for missing out on good waves. Anyway, in a week’s time it’d all be memories yet I’d still have to deal with my real nature.
It sounds convincing, right? But is that rationale enough? Could a lifetime of abstinence really lead to happiness?
Don’t ask me, I only had to hold the belief for eight or so hours, because by then the late-running swell showed its head and I was getting barreled across the local ledge.
But I’m still counting it as a win, and my vague resolution remains intact.
Hope y’all got some - yet if you didn’t, never fear.
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