Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little – but it was a little weird. Especially during fashion week.
So many people, so much stuff to see, so much stuff I’m missing as I’m with you right now… Should I have gone to that party or the other party? And wait, what? Why wasn’t I invited to that other one Derek is posting about?
Why aren’t I seated right across from David Beckham and Harper Beckham* at Victoria Beckham’s show? So like, really important super beckxistential questions.
We call this FOMO. Fear Of Missing out.
Ohhhh Fomo, you’re such a bitch.
It’s like you constantly feel like there’s something better you should be doing that’s just happening somewhere you’re not. You definitely saw it on the Great 2013 Vacations Instagraming Competition this summer. Who had the best vacation? It’s a little like the 70s when our parents would all show off their vacation photos and/or how it was super important to come back really tan so everyone would know how much fun you had.
Should I have gone to Greece, too? Will it already be too late to go next summer? Damn… I forgot to take a picture of my cocktail before I finished drinking it. Did I just ruin my vacation?
Maybe I’m exaggerating again. Let’s not go too far. Instagram is a wonderfully romantic vision of our lives.
I mean, we all do that. We show the good parts, hide the not so good. I mean, everyone talks to me about my sublime trip to Bali, but in truth, just like every trip, there are amazing moments and totally dull moments.
I just didn’t linger on the so-so moments too long. Okay, maybe a little bit, but still.
But so, I started getting used to seeing this rose-tinted version of everything happening around me. I finally learned how to filter (no pun intended) and use Instagram to see pretty pictures, for sure, but also to know what’s going on around me.
It’s an open window into the lives of others and shows me everything that’s going on when I’m not there. It’s like a brilliant gift of ubiquity. I can be in more than one place at a time through the eyes of others.
I get to see things I never would have seen otherwise, like what life looks like through the eyes of a magazine editor or a runway model, for example. Totally different points of view. It’s like an augmented reality, really. Just think, soon we’ll all have Google Glass and be live-stream-agramming our entire lives!
[(Yeah, that’s definitely where we’re going. Private life is already a concept of the past. We really have no idea just how much info we’re putting out there about ourselves via social media. When you start to think about it, it’s pretty crazy.)(I mean, anyone can know where you are at any given moment!)(I have a friend who can literally track anyone down anywhere within 10 minutes just because of social media.)(Argh)(Even me! She’s tracked me! “How come you didn’t bring me to that party last night!” “I only had one invite! But wait, how’d you know I was there?” “You were tagged all over the place, lady!”)(Makes me a little paranoid)(#weirdfriend #butsupernice #everyonehastheirthing)]
So quick, in the near future, we’ll be able to live multiple lives at the same time.
I know, I know, I’m getting ahead of myself. But you know, I’m a big sci-fi fan. Nothing can stop me.
So all this is to say that my FOMO has become NOFOMO. I can’t make it to the party? No worries, I’ll check the hashtag and see everything going down in real time. Not too long ago, I was running late to an event and all I had to do was check Twitter to know that I was totally good; nothing had started yet. Everyone was late right with me.
I let people show me what’s going on in their lives and I take from it what I want. It’s better than freaking out, I guess… But I’m wondering, how do you navigate all this?
* To care or not to care? What am I supposed to feel here? Help!!!
Translation : Tim Sullivan