A few weeks ago, I underwent surgery. My doctor advised me to rest for one month. Boredom and depression gripped me. And I thought of exploring my options in online dating again. I swiped across Bumble, Tinder, Woo, Asle, Arike, OkCupid, and whatnot. You name it I have it. Even I felt bad about filling my phone screen with so many apps.
The results of these apps were even more depressing than my depression. If you want to know how deep I delved. I started receiving calls from matrimonial apps. I used similar photos and bios in all the apps. The response was mixed and I ended up finding zero to one-digit matches online. None of them were fruitful. I shared my concern with a friend whom I met online. She suggested some updates to my bio and gave new ideas for photos.
Her suggestion struck a chord with me: don't tell others what you are. Create a profile that reflects the type of person you want to meet. A better method of influencing others is to manipulate them rather than tell them who we are. It was worth a shot. To my surprise, I got 3 matches and a few likes on that try.
All of this started with a fear of missing out on my life [FOMO]. I guess we all have this imaginary self-projection. The projection that we maintain with our acquaintance. We are strong and enthusiastic around some. We tend to be more dependent on others. We do such things to maintain our perceived reality. It might be that we all have a different person inside us. Maybe the sum total of all our projected selves. It was among these thoughts that I discovered my joy in missing out on things[JOMO].
<Tips for noobs —> “If you create a new account, these apps temporarily boost your profile.”>
From FOMO to JOMO💛