Between faffing and even more faffing, I came across the most brilliant article ever in the Guardian’s G2 supplement today entitled, “The Joy of Simply Faffing Around”. You can read the article in its entirety by clicking here…
The beauty of the article though is that it reads like somebody has been spying on me, transcribing exactly what they saw…!!! Here then is the extract that captures my typical work day:
Embrace the faff. Stare out of the window. Bend paperclips. Stand in the middle of the room trying to remember what you came downstairs for. Pace. Drum your fingertips. Move papers around. Hum. Look at the garden. Go to the shed with the intention of tidying up and instead fall asleep. Make mental notes. Read every single word of the newspaper – even the job ads – before getting down to work. Lose yourself in erotic reveries. Pat your pockets. Resolve to be more organised in future. Be useless.
Still not convinced…? Well here’s the justification for wholeheartedly embracing the faff:
Faffing is completely harmless, whereas its opposite – dynamic, purposeful activity – is often very harmful. Faffers do not tend to kill people or make them work 12-hour days or sell them shoddy merchandise or lend them vast sums of money that they cannot pay back. In 1966, John Lennon memorably asked people to leave him alone because after all, he was only sleeping, and I urge the busybodies to do the same: after all, I’m only faffing.