I open this article with an un-fun fact about myself: I have crippling FOMO, or the Fear of Missing Out.

There’s no getting around it. FOMO is real, and it is a pain in the ass. I believe, arguably, that FOMO is one of the worst feelings, because most of the time it’s brought upon yourself—or at least that’s how it is with me. I’m not an extreme introvert, but I do get overwhelmed and easily exhausted if I go out two nights in a row. Because of this, I am put in a position where sometimes I have to turn down plans, only to go through the soul-sucking cycle of checking Snapchat and Instagram to see literally everything I am missing out on. However, FOMO is this one evil ass plant that has multiple, thick roots, having more than one reason to be feeling left out, irritated, and/or unintentional envy.

Sometimes I have to sit down and tell myself, “Look here, pal, it is inevitable that you’re going to miss out on this. You gotta get over it, gf.” It is easy to tell yourself this, but the difficult part is accepting it. As I sat in the gallery of the Capitol in Nashville at a Youth In Government conference, I sulked all day and night Friday because I was missing out on one of my favorite bands, Cherub. They were finally coming to Memphis after I had gotten really into their music, and with my luck, I would be out of town for their concert. Upon finding out, I knew it was inevitable that I would not be able to go, but I literally could not accept it, and I tortured myself by rewatching snapchat stories of people grooving to Cherub as I tended to the seemingly endless number of blisters on my feet (I am never wearing heels again).

Now, I am well-aware that social media only intensifies FOMO. Trust me, I’ve taken multiple social media absences because my FOMO had gotten so overwhelming. I’m not here to tell all of you grrls that you should just take a break from social media. I’ve heard the “we need to stop worrying about what others are doing and how we appear on social media” lesson one too many times from all of the wrong people that my eyes could have been permanently stuck in the back of my head. To be honest, I don’t think I actual have a lesson to stress to you, because quite frankly, I’m still trying to figure out this mess myself. I guess all I can say is that you do you. You know what you’re able to handle (socially and mentally speaking), and sometimes you’ve got to accept that sometimes it is inevitable that you’re going to not get invited to something or have to miss out on something. At the end of the day, just have fun, and don’t torture yourself too much.

Have fun, and remember: FOMO is real.

Much love,

Sidney