You know how the world is by now: everyone is busy. We have crazy schedules and we would do this but we’re doing x, y, and z instead. It seems like there’s never enough hours in the day, and everyone fake complains about how busy they are. Well I’m here to burst your bubble: being too busy is bullshit.
Now before you freak out about this, hear me out. What I’m saying is being busy is stupid and a state of mind rather than a full calendar. It’s a Catch 22. You fill up all your time with work and other obligations and then you don’t have any time for other things.
And what’s sick is we romanticize being busy. We make being busy a cute, fun thing that we “complain” about. You know what I’m talking about. “Oh I’d love to go with you to this amazing event that I’d love, but I’m just too busy.” Or you hear something like, “I’d love to but I’m super behind on work.” And not only do we take these excuses, but we also applaud each other for filling up every hour of every day.
News flash: not every hour of every day needs (or should) be accounted for. You can get work done but also enjoy a nice meal or your favorite TV show at the end of the day. Why do we freak out about work and the amount of time we’re working (or not working?)
So why do we make being busy this super hip and cool thing and look down on people who aren’t as busy? I have to say sometimes when I would spend an afternoon watching movies and see other friends out and about I’d feel like I was lame. I felt like what I was doing was sad because I was by myself on a Saturday afternoon instead of getting out in the world and doing fun things with fun people.
No one was specifically shaming me but I still felt lame or “less than” my friends who seemed like they were so busy and had so much fun things to do. The same thing goes for work. I’ve done it. I’ve made a big deal and “complained” about being booked solid for weeks on end, and honestly I’m over it now. I don’t think it’s fun or cool, it’s tiring and leads to burnout for me.
I hate getting burnt out but that’s what happens every time I get super busy. I spend so much time working and playing that I burn myself out. Work hard, play hard is good in theory, but bad in execution. It’s like that phrase wants you to get burnt out.
Don’t get me wrong I’d love to “do it all,” but I much prefer (and need) sleep. So while others may be flitting from thing to thing like a busy little bee, I’d rather slow it down once in a while. But fake complaining and whining about being busy isn’t cute or cool. Just shut up and take a nap instead. Or call your mother, I’m sure she misses you.