Today on the blog, the first in a series by Rosie Davies about, well, life.
You’re getting on with your day, minding your own business, enjoying a comfortable feeling of neutrality and then BANG, you bump into someone and they ask you the worst question in the world.
‘What have you been up to?’
If this question does not fill you with a low-level sense of dread, then don’t bother reading the rest of this post – you don’t need it. In fact, I’m surprised you’ve even found the time to read it what with all the wonderful things you’ve have filled your life with. If, on the other hand, this question fills you with a building, rushing impulse to shout ‘Fuck off!’ and run in the other direction, then stay with me.
I started thinking about why I dreaded it so much for a rather embarrassing reason. I’d bumped into someone on a break from work and, of course, he asked the inevitable question – because that’s what normal people do. They might trick you by wording it slightly differently, but it’s the same thing no matter how you phrase it. They want things: a list of cold, hard things which you’ve achieved.