I’ll admit it. When someone asks me how I’m doing, the first word that usually comes out of my mouth is – Busy. Usually preceded by a big, overly dramatic sigh. And I’m definitely not alone. If you live in Malta in the 21st century you’ve probably had to listen to a lot of people tell you how busy they are. It has become the automatic response to when you ask anyone how they’re doing: “Busy.” “So busy.” “Crazy busy.” It is, pretty obviously, a boast disguised as a complaint. And the usual response is a kind of congratulation: “ That’s a good problem to have. ” or “ Better than the opposite. ” Almost everyone I know is busy. They feel anxious and guilty when they aren’t either working, or doing something to promote their work. I recently wrote a friend to ask if he wanted to do something this week, and he answered that he didn’t have a lot of time, but if something was going on to let him know and maybe he could get rid of work for a few hours. This made me ...
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