There’s a new acronym on the block. Forget FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) and YOLO (You Only Live Once), they’re shorthand for being involved. Jumping in. Not letting anything pass you by. Wringing everything out of life.
Take a bow, JOMO (Joy Of Missing Out). Then sneak out the side door.
For those still trying to decode, JOMO goes something like this:
You have dinner tonight with friends. It’s 4pm Saturday afternoon. It’s the first opportunity you’ve had in the week to stop, and you want to keep on stopping for a while. As you grab a book, or aimlessly scroll through Facebook or check out an episode of Orange is the New Black (you’re still on series one, because, seriously, who are these people who have time to binge watch four episodes in a row?), you almost feel guilty for stopping.
You know not to get too comfortable because you have to get ready soon – and you don’t want to get ready. Ever again. For anything. You want to do nothing for the rest of your life. You honestly contemplate moving to Mullumbimby.
It's 4.30pm. What are you going to wear? How long will it take to get there? Should you drive? What are the kids going to eat for dinner before you go? Then the beep of a text. It's your dinner date. Bloody basketball. Luke's hurt his ankle and we're at children's hospital. Not sure how long this is going to take. Could be late.
Crap. You don't want this dinner to start at 9pm. You're tired. You just want to cancel and watch another episode and get in your PJs. You're about to text back that's terrible, poor Luke yada yada yada, when there's another ping. They think it's torn ligaments but they just want to be sure. We'll be here for a while.