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I am 24-years-old and aging scares the hell out of me. No, I’m not afraid of the wrinkles, crow’s feet or constant gas. That comes with the territory. Honestly, I’m kind of looking forward to pretending that I have the right-of-way in every situation. I want to be one of those old people who runs into you and then pretends it’s your fault. They always seem like a blast. However, the idea of aging and the passing of time is scary for so many other reasons. As I mentioned earlier, I’m only 24 but I worry that I am running behind. The fear of missing out, or “FOMO” as the kids are calling it these days, cannot begin to encompass the fear I feel.