People keep asking me if I'm busy.
It's a common question we learned to greet each other with. It's also a loaded question.
One, people ask it with an assumption that being busy is good.
We tend to see a glorious halo over people who say they are crazy busy. Like being in a midst of multiple activities is somehow an accomplishments in and of itself. We strive to be and look busy, stressed, short on time.
Two, what people are really asking is: Are you wanted/desired/in demand? Are you successful? Are you making lots of money?
Gone are the days when successful people had long weekends, vacations with their families, and spa visits for lunch. Being on top of your game now means lack of sleep and plenty of stimulants. Constant striving for more. Never satisfied.
Three, what they really want to know is: Should I envy you? Should I feel superior or inferior next to you? Will your answer make me feel good or bad about myself? Do I measure up?
We compete for who looks busiest. With a mock sad face we reject friends' invitations for dinner: No time! With a smile and a visible pride we complain about packed schedules and lack of time: Poor me! We brag about drinking more coffee than water and the doctor's recommendations to slow down.
We've put the constant activity, hustle, and motion on the pedestal.
So much so, that some of us couldn't even tell you what we're doing it for. We just joined in.
We're busy making money we don't need to spend on things we don't want to get approval from the people we don't like.
So when people ask me if I'm busy, I say: I'm happy. I'm satisfied. I have enough.
Well, at least in my head.
What I really say is: Yes. How about you?
(what did you think? I live in this crazy world too)