I hate the acronym FOMO. I typically tend to hate any trend I catch whiff of. I’ve thought about this long and hard, and I really can’t determine the source of my discontent. My immediate reasoning is to say that I despise when people don’t think for themselves. Quickly thereafter, I may find myself wearing some clothing that looks similar to my counterpart suiting up across the lot..
Think for myself..
Anyways, what the fuck is a Fear Of Missing Out? Missing out on what? Maybe I just don’t completely understand, but I don’t like it.
The only kind of connection I can bring myself to feel with this new piece of literature is when the waves are firing, and I cannot surf. I simply CAN’T get in the water, no matter what. I would never call this a fear though; it’s more of an ache. Just this, gut-punch, knocking wind from you with each set A-frame rolling through. One of those culpable moments you feel, similar to a recollection of a drunken night, “why did I do that…” I’m sure you know the emotion. It’s like when you get to work, ready to grind and about to clock in on a normal day, when you walk into that imaginary mental wall, **bang** I fucking locked my keys in my car. You should know what I’m saying by this point.
Due to a handful of circumstances (really just one), I have found myself increasingly becoming an avid wave watcher. Not to mention, I am slowly becoming the best fucking mind surfer you’ve ever seen. I could mind surf my way to a World Title in 2 minutes. Anyhow, I seem to find myself on sand more often than in the water nowadays. I’m really starting to enjoy and appreciate my time shorefront. I’ve gotten a nice amount of opportunities to shoot some photos and videos of friends and local guys. I’ve picked up, what I like to think of, as a fairly – decent amount of trash. I have made some cool friends, and shared great stories with people who have way more history with my “home break” than I do. I’ve made a habit of dissecting the lineup, in a way that makes me appreciate the actual art of a swell forming rideable wave faces. All in all, spending time learning to savor the beach as a whole has been surprisingly pleasant.
There are still only a handful of things I can think of that are worse than missing a firing day at home.
I’m glad all these friends scored. Cheers.
/hwilsin
