FOMO

[Corpsey]

I remember when lockdown happened that I felt a soothing sense of not missing out on anything at last

Everybody was locked up in their houses

When I imagine living in a rural village or something I feel like I would be plagued by a sense of boredom and depression and break into the farmer's house to steal his shotgun so i could blow my brains out with it but

Is that just because I would know that somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight there was London, with its theme bars and axe-throwing venues?

The internet ramps up this sense to the max of course. Why aren't I a professional parkour athlete? Why aren't I an international pop star?

 

[Corpsey]

Did people get depressed living in villages before they found out that it was COMPARATIVELY boring, in other words?

There's something better elsewhere, this is the feeling that drives us on I suppose

 

[wektor]

Did people get depressed living in villages before they found out that it was COMPARATIVELY boring, in other words?

don't think so since fashion magazines arrived only every few months I bet

 

[william_kent]

"Punk rock started because in every small town there was somebody who liked Hawkwind" - Stephen Morris, New Order

 

[0bleak]

too old for fomo

 

[woops]

never bothered me always assumed if it was that good then i would be there

 

[luka]

if you avoid people better looking younger and more succesful from yourself you can be relatively content. its comparison that is the death of happienss.

 

[luka]

objectively we know our lives are tragic small but dont rub our faces in it and we'll be ok

 

[Corpsey]

You're very wise

Probably why I enjoy hanging around here eh

 

[IdleRich]

When as a youngish teen I went to my first gig or whatever in London. It hit me - truly hit me in a way just reading about it never did - that things which to me were incredibly rare, once in a lifetime events that I would put in the calendar, save up for, persuade friends to come with me and count down the days until they finally arrived, were available to the gilded youth who were blessed to grow up in London on any Tuesday evening they could be bothered to attend them. And suddenly I was filled with a monstrous sense of envy and injustice.

Why should it be that the things I wanted more than anything else and could never get were easily available to a bunch of philistines who rarely even bothered to attend simply cos their parents had chosen to live in London (or one of England's other mighty metropolises such as Bristol or Leicester) and mine had settled for somewhere on the arsehole of the armpit of the world.

 

[IdleRich]

too old for fomo

True, now I understand that sometimes it's nice to get away from it all and hang out in that very armpit which is actually a picturesque little place of you can make your own entertainment, but as a teenage music listing teenager it was hell on earth.

 

[Murphy]

a mate I went to school with, enlisting together, never made it home

another mate never took Doves because at the time of saying “they alter your dna, it’s well-established” and stuck with hip-hop

another old mate missed Castlemorton with the lurgy, “just get in the van, you’ll regret it” to a shivering sweating wreck (pre-Covid, travelling with a lurgy wasn’t a thing)

missed my eldest’s birth due to plane delays