Postmodern culture likes to pretend that being frantically busy is a virtue. Everyone seems to be proud of how busy they are. And not being busy -- such as by having no extravagant plans for the weekend -- is a bit of a taboo. Spending a weekend relaxing at home is strange, I guess.
But what if being busy all the time was the taboo instead? "She's such a loser," people would say behind each other's backs. "She never spends time alone with God. Her life must be so boring...."
People make many decisions according to peer pressure. No one wants to be considered strange...other than in a media influenced, affected way like Zooey Deschanel in New Girl. So, instead of admitting that they spent the weekend in their pajamas, many people post carefully curated photos on Fakebook to manufacture the illusion of an exciting life.
Despite being aware of this, I still find myself stressing, racing against time...for what? What so desperately needs to be accomplished today? Maybe I'm not immune to peer pressure....Maybe I still care too much about what others think.
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