No, not MOFO. I don’t curse.
And not HOMO. I am straight.
Not HOBO either. I wander a lot, but i have a beautiful home.

FOMO.

That’s what TDo said to me. We had a brief lunch yesterday. Of course I had to tell her about all the steals and treasures I found at my favorite shopping center (and if you know me well, you know which shopping center I frequent. Hint: it starts with a G, and it’s not Gucci); the Creuset pots and skillets, the evening dresses from Calvin Klein, and the purses from St. John and Gucci. Every day, I have this urge to go shopping to make sure I don’t miss any good deals. There are many days when I went home empty-handed and I felt happy that I didn’t buy anything that would go unused. But everyday, I just have this nagging feeling that won’t put me to rest. I can’t resist the temptation. It’s stronger than me!!!

And so, I was told I have FOMO. Fear Of Missing Out. I now have a mental problem with a name. Oh Lord!!!