For years I’ve been pontificating (I admit) about how ‘fake busy’ everyone always implies they are. Like I’ve always said: there wouldn’t be so many discussions about Game Of Thrones, Mad Men, Awards Shows, Magazine Articles, Best-Sellers or Movies if everyone was really as busy as they say they are. Not to mention the constant Facebook and social media updates.

We make time for what we want to make time for. Always. Constantly. And ‘somehow’. Despite that imaginary back-hand against the forehead, collapsed on the couch after sixteen hours from all of this ‘busy’. ‘Busy’ is what we say to get out of things, to stay out of the fray, to actually enjoy the quiet moments of life – something frowned upon in this rah-rah go-get-em society where everything is great but nobody’s happy. “Busy’ is the equivalent of someone claiming they’re not a ‘phone person’ when really they just don’t want to talk to you. 

Stop sounding so proud of ‘busy’….because, on the off-off chance it IS real, it sounds like a nightmare. It sounds like the only place you will ever be alone is in sleep. And why would you be bragging about that?