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So Busy

An observation for you. People are using the phrase, "Oh, I've just been so busy..." way too often lately and it's got to stop because both parties engaged in the conversation know it's bullsh**.

Dig this: you're going to have a BBQ. Weeks ago you invited the Smiths, the cool fun couple but now it's the day before the bash and you've still not heard from them. You blast out a "what's up?" text. They respond:

"Sorry we haven't responded we've just been so busy. Anyway we're booked with Gladys Kravitz that night. Sorry."

And of course the text will be topped off with some sickening smiley face emoji. The truth of the matter is the Smiths weren't too busy to get back to you they were
Too busy my ass!
actually looking for something better to do...and found it. My
advice would be to purge them from your invite list or at least
drop them to the bottom rung of your future invite ladder.

Another abusive use of the 'busy' phrase is that people will tell you they've been busy so that you will believe they are working hard; living the dream; being the world's biggest philanthropist or are just generally busier than you are. It's as though they're saying, "hey man I've got a ridiculously jam-packed-fun-filled-kickass-life and for me to take even three seconds to text you back is really cramping my style and infringing on my, as I said, badass life!"

I'm here to tell ya Homer & Harriet you ain't that busy. The day has 24 hours in it same as it always has. The reason you can't return a text or call within a decent amount of time is that you're unorganized, scatter brained and possess the time management skills of a hyperactive toddler that somehow got ahold of grandma's sherry. Do you want to know who's busy? Bugs Bunny's Tasmanian Devil, that's who. Do you remember how much spinning that dude did on the spot? Sheesh!


I remember a time when it was cool to boast about having a day of doing frig all. It used to go down like this:

"What'd you do today Steve?"

"Got high, sat on the couch and watched vids, ate something, I think, took a nap then got high again."

"Dude that's awesome, I had to work today," Dave said.

"Sucks to be you, bro," replied Steve with a stoner's cough.

Ok so maybe that scenario is somewhat less than glamorous but the "I'm so busy" jazz is annoying. Let's shoot for the happy medium. If asked, sometimes you worked and sometimes you chilled. And when that invite comes in respond within the next day lest there come a day when the invitations stop coming and you're left to a life of being busy all...by...your...lonesome.

**Stay tuned, my book THE BIG CRESCENDO drops late 2019!

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