My mom never calls me because she thinks “I’m too busy.”
It hurts my feelings, but she doesn’t understand how or why it does.
I don’t know what I project, verbally or in my actions, that makes me seem so busy. Yeah, I got shit going on, as I am sure you do, too, but it’s not as if I don’t make time for the important people and things in my life.
There is this whole “busy” culture and/or lifestyle that annoys me.
We’ve been so conditioned to excuse people when we hear, “I am sorry, I’m busy,” when they fail to commit to plans. We brush it off, but that’s not cool. In my opinion, this whole “busy” line is just an excuse to not take any action, especially making time for someone or something.
Simply: it is a fucking excuse.
Because in the end, if you wanted to make anything happen, whether time to hang out or go to the gym, you do, right?
It bothers me, that people fail to reach out or shoot a text, because we’re all “too busy” for one another. Yet, we have the time to utilize our phones for selfies, snapping mindless videos, and random shit. Why? Tell me you don’t get upset when you text someone, there’s no response, but they just posted on social media?
Trust me, I am not Saint – guilty of this, too. I check myself before I wreck myself in these type of situations though.
Aside from the lack of efforts to sustain any kind of relationship, there is this small thought that comes to my mind…
The feeling of importance – because I am so busy, my workload is superior than yours. Sure, that may or may not be true, but it’s a lack of respect in the bigger picture. Just because I am not launching a business does not mean my work is irrelevant or lack some importance.
We shame on the receptionist because all she does is answer phones and make copies, but I am sure there are more dimensions to her role than just fucking answering, “This is Becky speaking, how can I assist you?”
Have you acknowledged that before? Food for thought.
I hope you can connect the dots on how this whole busy culture affects us in how we communicate with one another.
Disclosure: I am understanding, but I am also honest. Like any sane soul, I will only tolerate a certain amount of excuses. After “x” amount, then I’ll interpret it as bullshit, and off you go…disappearing from my life.