I hate the question how are you. I hate it because no one is ever, EVER honest about it.
Today I’m walking into the bathroom and down the hall a lady that I know sees me and says “Hey! How are you?” I respond of course, “Good, you?” And she says, “good.” I say “good” and walk away.
Today I’m walking into the bathroom and down the hall a lady that I know sees me and says “Hey! How are you?” I respond of course, “Good, you?” And she says, “good.” I say “good” and walk away.
Does that seem like an honest conversation to you. Because if I was being honest at that hot second it would have been like: “well actually my head has been pounding all day, I didn’t get any sleep last night because my 15 month old isn’t feeling well, my nose has been running all day- I’m pretty sure it’s going to bleed if I blow it one more time, I couldn’t taste my chicken flavored ramon noodles which are my favorite and I am broke and Christmas is 4 weeks away.”
So unless you really want to know, don’t ask me how I’m doing anymore. Because your going to get the real stuff… not “good.”
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