Bloggless in Alabama…

My post yesterday on Fear of Missing Out brought up a fun blast from the past with some of my friends party lines, now for those of you who are too young or who were blessed with private lines in your area let me explain…party lines were sort of like our current extension phones, they were just in your neighbor’s house usually about eight of them.

So while many of us only had one phone in our house, no danger of mom or dad listening in, our neighbors could, and did eavesdrop at will often recounting every little juicy detail of our adolescent tête-à-têtes, at where else the beauty shop of course. Now I will say I was fortunate by the time I was into adolescent soul bearing we had moved to an area with private lines, not so for some of my friends who were in more rural areas of the county. But even without the party line somehow my mother always seemed to find out exactly what I’d been up to at her weekly beauty shop appointments. I’m convinced that she would go in and say give me a quick shampoo and a set, and tell me what Jane has been up to, her stiffly teased updo a mere disguise for keeping tabs on me.

All of this being said, because I’m taking a bit of a vacation it’s Spring Break, so I’m taking the week off from writing, and even though I have lots of fun things planned I’m a bit afraid of missing out. I’ve not gone that long without blogging in a while what will happen to my blog if I’m not here?

Well duh nothing that was Bertha’s answer, and I know it’s true, and that’s what scares me. I’ll miss the feedback. I’ll miss the connection. I’ll miss the place in my life that my blog fills. So it’s a conscious decision release the connection, release the feedback, allow other things to fill my life, breathe it in, relax, enjoy the other things life has to offer, but it’s still unsettling, it’s still difficult to give up even for a few days something that is part of my identity, even if the break will only make it better. I’ll spend some time contemplating that feeling, that fear, allowing it to evolve, doing the Forgiveness Prayer, for those parts of me where I feel afraid. I feel better already. Besides Bertha says not to worry. I can always go to the beauty shop, if I need to catch up, thankfully some things never change. Jane

Did I Miss Something…

I recently read an article…by my friend…Christy Birmingham…and realized that…I have a disorder…well…honestly…I’ve had it for years…I just didn’t know it had a name…

Fear of Missing Out…FOMO…

The premise of this disorder…is someone who is constantly…using their mobile devices…to check in with social media…and their email…to be sure that they aren’t missing anything that’s going on in their world…well…except…maybe…
for the conversation at the table where they are having dinner…that is…unless…their companions are also checking-in…and then…there’s no conversation to miss…

So…this is a high-tech disorder…hmmm…maybe not…I can remember…sitting by my princess phone…yes…the one with the cord…connected to the wall…just waiting for it to ring…there were no answering machines…you couldn’t leave the house…it might be…him…or…it might be…her…with information about…him…

Usually…it was…her…for some reason…we did the indirect route back then…it wasn’t okay to call the guy you were interested in…but…you could call the guy that your best friend was crushing over…and…so…that was the social media of the day…

I suppose…now…your BFF…would post on the crush’s Facebook page…or…maybe…send him a private message…or…a chat…but…probably just a text…then…text you back…possibly forwarding you the text…or a picture…or something…regardless…there’d be…a whole lot of texting going on…

So…I’m thinking…maybe FOMO…isn’t a…new-fangled…high-tech…disorder…maybe…it’s been around…as long as there have been…boys…and…girls…and BFFs…and…I have a feeling…it’s here to stay…

Jane