FORO (Fear of Running Out.)

You’ve heard of FOMO, right? Fear of Missing Out?

Well, I don’t think I’m really a sufferer. I can’t be. I’m so absent on the whole Social Media movement that by the time I hear about an exciting event, well, it’s already happened months ago.

But that doesn’t mean I’m immune to all of these acronymous fears. Mine is just a little different to that of someone who scrolls through Instagram every thirty seconds.

And like FOMO, it’s quite a recent phenomenon – I only really just realised I had it – but it’s causing me no end of unnecessary anxiety. I mean, like, seriously. It’s totally killing my buzz.

It’s a little something I like to call, FORO. Or, Fear of Running Out.

It might not sound like a real thing (probably because I only just this second made it up) but honestly, it feels like a real thing.

Let’s take milk, for example.

A normal person will buy milk as an when they need it, right? Me? I like to know I have a spare ten pints at any given time. And that doesn’t include the milk that’s already been opened. I’m talking a straight up spare ten pints. (If I could get away with it I’d happily keep a cow in the garden, just in case.)

But it’s not just everyday essentials like milk. It’s ridiculous items that I only use when someone posh is coming over. Like Ground Cardamom. I’ve never even used it (I’m not sure I even really know what it is) but suddenly I feel compelled to have two spare jars of it.

And it’s not just food. Food isn’t even the biggest offender. It’s products.

Just off the very top of my head I know that I currently have five packets of spare makeup wipes, two spare bottles of regular shampoo, four cans of dry shampoo (although I’m wigging out about that because I accidentally sprayed one of the spares, thinking it was the current one, which now renders me unable to determine an accurate stock level) and never less than two of anything in my make-up bag. I’ve only got to use a lipstick once and I’m freaking out until I get a spare. (Even that super vampy dark one that I only wear on nights where I’m going to be out after midnight.)

I’m aware it makes me both a little bit of a psychopath (does anyone else even suffer with this?!) and a really, really annoying person to live, BUT – as long as you’re cool with dodging a stack of makeup wipes, and having the occasional meltdown over which can of dry shampoo to use – you’ll see that there is an advantage to this crazy (and only mildly psychotic) issue.

When you have FORO, it means YOBO. (You Only Buy Once.)

WORD.