The Cult of Busyness
There’s a story, maybe apocryphal, about Carl Jung refusing to see a patient because he had “another appointment”. The patient later learned that Jung’s appointment was a long walk by the lake. “But you weren’t meeting anyone”, they protested. “Oh, but I was”, he said. “Myself.”
That story annoys me. It sounds too clean, too quotable. But still,... See more
That story annoys me. It sounds too clean, too quotable. But still,... See more
Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
Here’s the part anyone would hesitate to admit: when you aren’t busy, you feel afraid. Afraid that you’ll vanish, that your worth will evaporate, that you’ll become irrelevant, forgotten. I suspect that’s what drives most of us, not ambition, not greed, but fear of invisibility. Busyness is the camouflage we wear to convince ourselves we matter.
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Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
The male burnout gets empathy; the female burnout gets accused of poor boundaries.
Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
But then, perhaps it’s not time we lack but permission? We’ve built a culture where value equals velocity. We confuse momentum with meaning. Even our language betrays us: we “spend” time, we “save” time, we “waste” time... as if time were money and not the fabric of existence itself.
Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
Our obsession with being busy is, at its core, an existential problem disguised as a practical one. We fear emptiness, and so we overfill. Blaise Pascal once wrote, “All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” He said that in the 17th century. Imagine what he’d say about Slack notifications.
Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
There’s a peculiar arrogance in busyness, a moral superiority wrapped in martyrdom. It’s the mute pride of the perpetually in-demand, the smug glow of the over-scheduled. “I wish I had time to read”, says the busy person, as if reading were a decadent pastime for trust-fund poets rather than a basic act of mental hygiene. “I just don’t have time... See more
Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
We are, as philosopher Byung-Chul Han observed, no longer the exploited but the self-exploiting, both the obedient worker and the relentless boss in the same exhausted body. The whip has been digitised. There’s no factory bell, no overseer, no visible authority to rebel against; just the noiseless tyranny of our own ambition humming at the back of... See more
Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
We call it “self-care” but it’s mostly consumerism dressed in a cashmere anxiety disorder. We soothe our exhaustion by shopping for its cure: $80 candles that smell like Scandinavian minimalism, twelve-step skincare routines that promise transcendence through exfoliation, “digital detox” retreats that cost as much as rent, and still require Wi-Fi... See more
Tamara • The Cult of Busyness
Psychologists call it “self-objectification”. You turn yourself into a tool, an instrument for efficiency. The self that once wondered, wandered, desired, that messy, imaginative creature, gets fired for lack of measurable output.