Today was a glorious day. The sun was shining, there was a cool breeze. And I managed to break away from my computer for a while in the late afternoon and go for a lovely little walk in my neighborhood.
While I was out, I overheard the following exchange:
Man on the sidewalk, talking to another man who approached him and shook his hand: How are you?
Other man: I don’t know.
I kept walking, so I didn’t get to hear what was said next. But I was tempted to stop and listen.
How are you? It’s a question we ask, and are asked, so often that it’s become meaningless. It was refreshing to hear someone give what sounded like an honest answer.
I don’t know.
At any given time, I have no fucking clue how I am. Not really. Sometimes when asked, how are you?, I’ll respond with, I’m working on it. But that’s not a how. That’s just avoiding the question.
Tags: crazy, honesty