Playing catch up
I have emails to read. One thousand, six hundred and forty, to be exact. And that’s just the ones Logged into my app. I have three Discord pings. Direct ones, in fact. Two WhatsApp groups, Still waiting to chat. I have slacked on my Slack. Red icons intact. But worst of all, Is my Substack. I’ll never catch up
I have been considering the FOMO anxiety created through a platform such as this. Everyone wants their thing read, of course, but there are so many viable ones.
Should we feel a responsibility to read all of those we've subscribed to? How sad might the author feel if I immediately archive their post without having opened it? While they might not know, I will know that I didn't.
At what point do I stop using completely to avoid this feeling, this guilt of relieving things unread or removing? Just because I subscribed doesn't mean I need to read, and yet a social contract was created in my head that's telling me I have to else I might as well unsubscribe from them because I will be doing them no service.
Then again, it's not like I'm taking up space at a restaurant table. I don't _need_ to vacate to make room for others. So I persist in this form, unure what to do.
We should just start fresh and only read what gets published from here on out. Then we're caught up!