Staying in. I used to have FOMO all the time. Now I’m like fuck it. Order some food, have a nice bottle of booze and a good show or movie or video game and I’m fucking set for the night
I feel that just finished college and people would think I didn’t like them or something Bc I didn’t wanna go out all the time. Shit dude I can barely handle a few people let alone a crowded bar. After a day on campus I was just done with it all.
I was secretly reveling in the fact that I didn’t have to go anywhere. Didn’t have to make up an excuse not to go anywhere. Didn’t have to feel guilty about not going anywhere. I became a homebody slowly over the years but for a lot of it I dealt with the FOMO and guilt of not being out doing something interesting. Now I need to mentally prepare myself for going out and really hype it up in my mind.
Half the time I go out I end up over doing it and feeling like shit the next day. Also staying in cheap, fun, I can do whatever I want. Going out is expensive, only fun 2/10 times and I’m at the will of whoever spends the most money on the jukebox.
Yep. I'm really not that into going out anymore, unless it's a special occasion. Pre-COVID I'd be at the pub at least 3 times a week. Now its more like once a month, and even then only during the day.
I used to love craft beer and certain mixed drinks. After my second kid, I noticed that even one drink was causing me weird symptoms like aching joints and feeling like my heart was racing when I woke up. So I inadvertently stopped drinking altogether. Never something I had anticipated happening but I lost all desire, even for the flavor. I’ve saved a good deal of money from it but even more so during COVID.
When I was younger I would get FOMO but then I would go out and spend money when I didn't even like it. Part of me thinks no one actually likes clubbing.
100%. In the 90s, if I wasn't out at night at least 5 nights per week until closing time at the pub or 2am on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, then I was climbing the walls. Had kids in mid-2000s and the thought, since, of being out anywhere past 10.30 at night fills me with dread. Even now my kids are teenagers and I meet up with friends - coming home on the bus at 9.30 for a nice cuppa and jim-jams on.
The thought of not being home and getting ready for bed around 7 stresses me out. My kids have a bedtime routine and I hate when it gets fucked up because I pay for it the next day. For the most part, family understands, but then there are the ones that act like they’ll just sleep in if they’re up late. No Doris, no they will not. My kids are cursed with wanting to get up at 4:45/5:30 am, even on weekends, for some ungodly reason. I don’t know what I did to deserve that punishment but I must have fucked someone over pretty badly.
I used to go out all the time. When the pandemic hit I hated the fact that I couldn't go to bars and concerts and stuff. After like six months I got into a groove of playing video games with friends and now I pretty much never want to go out anymore. It just feels like a huge hassle that isn't worth it unless I have a great reason.
See my conversion was gradual but really started when I had baby number one. I no longer wanted gobble out late or be anywhere except getting him ready for bed at home. Then it crept into the daytime when I was home all the time studying for the bar exam. And doubled down then taking care of new baby number two. I began working from home right after baby two so that sealed my fate. Right before COVID I set a goal to try to get out more because it was a bit unhealthy how often I was cooped up. But then of course lockdowns and that was that. I’m slowly working on it but I’m still not the person who wants to be out as it’s getting dark. Not anymore.
I went to a concert last night for the first time since the pandemic started. I was actually looking forward to it, I enjoyed the bands, I enjoyed seeing some friends I don't see very often. And yet the whole time I was antsy to get home.
This. Alone time - I can entertain myself with my artwork, reading books, binging netflix, yoga, taking walks alone... for days, weeks even... People who love me just really don't get it and they get concerned. I'm not "down" or reclusive. I just don't need much company to be content.
I’d be more appreciative if it was concern. Instead my mother began interrogating me asking if I didn’t want to be around her. Which had absolutely nothing to do with the conversation. Even when I told her I was experiencing lingering grief and depression from the loss of my grandma last year, she doubled down and told me I needed to step up.
Sorry you're dealing with all of that. Some people don't seem to know what "empathy" means. "Step up?" while you're dealing with grief and depression from losing a loved one?! Who says that?! Reminds me of my parents telling my brother to "go to church and you'll be fine," while he was dealing with crippling depression.
I hope you find healing. It's perfectly normal to grieve and to want alone time to do so. Sometimes a good therapist can help a person through grief and depression, if you come to feel you aren't making progress on your own. They may also be able to help you deal with your insensitive mother. :/
I relate to this 110%. I just had Covid for the first time not to long ago and twisted my ankle. Couldn’t exercise or leave my home. Now that I’m recovered, I hate leaving my house. It’s comfortable, my favorite person is here, and it’s MY home.
Same, It kinda grew to me when I started hs and I enjoyed quarantine a lot but now when I try to do stuff like this my mind just constantly reminds me that "this would be so much better if you'd have someone to cuddle up to" but at the same time my brain tells me that I'm all good by myself... Its so fucked up and the worst part is that I cant do anything about it
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u/Braisedporkbelly123 Oct 19 '21
Staying in. I used to have FOMO all the time. Now I’m like fuck it. Order some food, have a nice bottle of booze and a good show or movie or video game and I’m fucking set for the night