NYE? FOMO? WTF?

I’ve been paring back on New Year’s Eve celebrations since I had kids. Not resentfully, priorities shifted as did my focus. The kids love fireworks, I love watching their delighted faces.

It used to be a night to dance and drink and fuck. But things change, we get older… life goes on. I still like those things by the way, but now I like them whenever I feel like it. Not because it’s expected. It’s all part of my issue with being told to do things as custom dictates. Christmas decorations go up on December first, they come down on New Year’s Eve. No one can even say why, it’s simply what’s done. Rubbish. So by extension I reject NYE resolutions, forced socialising and midnight kissing. Kiss at 12:01 or not at all.

This year I’m conducting an experiment. I’m deliberately doing nothing. Well, not nothing. I’ll be watching movies, eating popcorn, maybe playing board games. I’m a night owl so I might be up at midnight, I might not. What I’m interested in is will I care? How deep does my Fear Of Missing Out go?

I often feel really flat when I feel left out. I don’t like to miss out, despite being a bit of an introvert. I get low when I see newsfeeds full of happy evenings, wild parties, everyone having the time of their lives while I sit alone in bitterness, staring at my phone.

It doesn’t have to be that way though. I can live up to my word. Put my money where my mouth is. I always say do what ever makes you happy and stuff the rest. So I shall. Do I feel up to a big night? Not really. Even if I wanted to go to a club (shudder) Fibro would turn that into a sensory overload nightmare. I want a quiet night in, I will have a quiet night in and I’ll see if any FOMO kicks in.

Wish me luck!

And have a wonderful night doing whatever the heck you want.

Stay weird peeps,

X Bon.

** Update: two days later.

I did stay up until midnight to make sure the dogs were ok with the fireworks. They were. So was I! Movie night, a gut full of popcorn, in bed with a new book by 12:30. Happy as a clam and no FOMO in sight. Win!

Just be there.

Facebook! You’re sharing golden memories lately. Loooving that feature!

Here’s what Facebook showed me today. Still a great memory.

Still excellent. I’m not currently sick or in hossie, but we all know how hard it is to visit a non verbal or seriously ill friend. It can be awkward for both of you. So read that book, stick that damn note to the front in sticky tape. Tell the person you’ve come to see them, you can see they’re not well, so you might just sit down for a bit and read to them.

Kindness is in the little things.

It’s better than staring at an awful painting or god forbid, talking about the weather… (I actually really enjoy deep discussions about the weather. Types of clouds, the rain they produce, long range weather forecasts, weather changes and patterns and even historical data, coldest day in 23 years… but I digress).

You are the highlight of my day, no matter what happens. Sit for a bit, hold my hand, throw grapes at my head until I wake up. Read to me. Pull my finger. Flash a nurse. That’s always fun. Just be there. If you make me laugh that’ll get you 10,000 bonus points. But the best thing is? You came. You saw. You were there. You were escorted from the hospital for public nuisance and hilarity. This applies to bedside visits at home too! Although maybe skip the flashing. We can’t be teaching the children bad habits now.

X Bon