The first day of the fall, Benito Skinner Reminded his Instagram followers of the real meaning of autumn – that is, “falling in love over and over again.” Specifically on a Sicilian beach with all your hot, sweaty friends.
Yeah I’m talking about Charli XCX’s wedding celebrationwhere glitterati from the chronic online (see: Youtube sensations such as Amelia DimoldenbergPop stars like Troye SivanAnd Instagram comedians like Jordan Firstman) gathered on the rocky beaches in Sicily to smoke cigarettes and eat gigantic shrimp.
Now I’m happy for them. I’m really. But I also vibrate with enough Fomo to launch a thousand yachts, or what the Bratty gang rode in to celebrate the Union of Charli XCX and George Daniel.
Even at a time when everyone else seems anxious to announce their “Romo” – The relief to miss – my Fomo still drives about 98 percent of my life decisions. I have so much Fomo that I even have Fomo that I don’t have Romo. (What, we all have Romo now and no one told me?)
No matter what I do, I will always be a fomo type of crazy. Do you have a party? I will be there. Going for dinner? Save me a place. Tells you a secret? My ears are open. I know we are all burnt out and overstimulated thanks to our screen dependent and the uninterrupted requirements of the capitalist agenda. And believe me, I know it too. But I have never understood how so many of my friends and comrades can be so comfortable to stay home while the rest of the world sips on champagne and lean dipping in the Mediterranean.
The way that Charli XCX’s “Brat” album took over my summer last year makes me feel that I should probably have been on the guest list as well.
In general, celebrity parties (and the Instagram carousels they give) are big Fomo -Triggers for me. No matter how much healing I have done during the nearly ten years I’ve been out in college, something about a mirror selfie at Met Gala or sees Caroline Pochecek Drink an Aperol Spritz makes me feel 19 again and I didn’t get the invitation. I know that these are just parasocial friends and not real friends, but how Charli XCX’s “Brat” album took over my summer last year makes me feel that I should probably have been on the guest list as well.
However, this is not a SOB story for me. I have found to listen to my Fomo – or if you can call it my curiosity, if you feel nice – have led me to say yes to some rather special experiences from my own, from Main bench with punk in Dublin For cage diving with large whites near Cape Town and watch the sunrise from a roof in Mexico City. Although it is sometimes thrown into a flattering light, more often than not, my fear of missing shape shifts in my happiness for participating.
When it comes to celebrity parties, however, not everyone is created equal. I was not hit by an ounce of jealousy for any guest on Bezos-Sánchez’s wedding. .
Lorde, who was not depicted in any of these wedding photos, said it best in a comment One of Charli’s post last week: “My Fomo activates.” I guess in the end I am never so lonely, right?
Emma Glassman-Hughes (She/her) is an associated editor at Popsugar Balance. During her seven years as a reporter, her beats have extended over the lifestyle spectrum; She has covered art and culture for Boston Globe, sex and relationships for cosmopolitan and food, climate and agriculture for ambrook research.
