Don’t you just hate it when someone asks “How are you?”
I do. Really. For one, I don’t think they’re interested. Because if they are, they wouldn’t freak out if I suddenly grab their collars and say “OMGI’msostressedbecauseI’vebeenworkingtoomuch. PlusI’vebeenskippinggymeveryotherdayandI’moh-so-afraidthatmybuttisgettingHUGE! AndIneedmoretimetoreadbooks! Plus4400issodisappointingbecauseIhateJordanCollier’sguts!!!”
Oh yes, they would freak out and assign me as Dr Z’s latest patient. Ahahaha. So I just glance at them and say “Fine”.
Other alternative favorite answers:
- “Still alive.”
- “Utterly bored.”
Lately, I’ve been so bored with my life. I don’t feel the need to go out (except when I have to shop) and I’m happy just staying in my room to watch one of my series-of-the-moment or just read one of the books I haven’t touched yet. I used to have a lot of problems that stressed me out. Now the only exciting thing about my days is work.