FoGo

Finally my brand of crazy is trending. FoMo was fear of missing out. Coveting curated gatherings and not being included. Never had FoMo.

In the time of Corona, it’s more typical to have FoGo. Fear of going out. Always my default, now there’s a good excuse. Lots of kindred friends.

Masks are claustrophobic, but being near non-mask wearers even scarier. It’s not necessarily a good thing. But. It’s a bit of a relief not to feel guilty about staying put. Still wish it were a choice.

Agoraphobia Should Be A Choice

As an agoraphobe for the past too many years, shopping or going to a busy restaurant or for a walk in the Park takes some courage. Yet. There was the glimmer of having a choice. Now that seclusion is mandatory, it seems silly to feel trapped. And. The scared shitless diet is no fun either.

Fiona Apple’s Fetch the Bolt Cutters – along the same theme.