How heavy is your bag of busy?

 

I recently came across an interesting video posted by The Intern Queen, where she lays down her thoughts on how “stressed” her college audience always claims to be. She then quickly moves to the idea of “it’s suddenly become cool to be busy all the time”.

Within a minute of watching, I caught myself nodding away in agreement to the bragging of how “busy” we all are, even if it’s authentic or not. Do we always have to have something going on or in substitution, acting like we have something going on?

Cell phones in hand, earphones in ears, world tuned out. How easy is it to do that? I love it, and I hate it.

This is not going to another written perspective about a millennial era, where we’re all in monogamous relationships and love affairs  with our iPhone screens, because then I would be a romantic in that department.

Instead, have we ever considered that we may, over time, have become obsessed with the very idea of being or seeming more busy than we actually are?

If you haven’t, let’s take these two scenarios.

Scenario A: In a public context.

Waiting at the train platform or riding in the subway car with whiffs of questionable odor, we escape to our phones and avoid eye contact with the googly eyed babies or the handsome guy on the train you occasionally glance at, just enough to make sure he has spotted you while attempting to play it cool.

Why are we rushing past each other in our minimum 60 inches of a sidewalk? Hey, I’m also trying to make that 7:14 pm train home, but do you have to almost sweep me by on the way?

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On these walks, I can’t help but chuckle a little and think to myself: how busy does that guy think he is… and yes, even refrain myself from pulling that Carrie Bradshaw move above.

Are you that important that you can’t be a milli-second late to “that meeting”?

This is not to take away at all, the actual hustle and importance of timing, especially in a city as busy as New York, but can we possibly be a tad pretentious with our value of timing?

Scenario B: In a social context.

Is it ever OK to admit, I have no plans.

When at the brunch table with our aunts, uncles and cousins, or catching up with friends, can we say, “I’m really not doing much these days and I’m happy with having some time for myself”… Instead of, “I’m just tired from having really long days” or “well right now, I’m waiting to hear back from xyz about the abc opportunity.

Is it possible there’s a sense of bragging roaming in the air or even a feeling of increased acceptance depending on what we say to questions about what we’re up to?

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There is absolutely no right or wrong here, but maybe, just maybe, we can stop and say “I’m actually not doing anything at the moment, and I’m really okay with that”.

 

M.

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