When It Hasn't Been Your Day, Your Week, Your Month, or Even Your Year
There is a 97% chance that if I were to walk out of my apartment and on to my college campus, look at the nearest human and ask them how they were doing, they would respond with "oh fine."
We have a fine epidemic on our hands.
am the first person to fit into this "fine" issue. I was taught that positivity is the only way to go, and most of the time I am beyond thankful for that teaching. Yet when it comes to not wanting to admit that I'm actually not ok, there's a problem. Really, it comes down to a lack of vulnerability. "Fine" is the easy answer. "Fine" protects us from having to be open and honest with what's going on.
Last week was not my week. In the slightest. So much so to the point that when my friend came up to me in the coffee shop to say hi, I couldn't even get through my "I'm fine," without bursting into tears.
Add "mental breakdown in the coffee shop" to my list of accomplishments last week.
While my prideful nature wants nothing more to erase my little scene from the history of humanity, I realized the this said breakdown was probably needed. A cleansing experience, if you will. If I had been "fine" to the point of complete loss, then I never really was, right?
I am not suggesting you choose a coffee shop to come to terms with the suck in your life. Heck, if I could've relocated, I most certainly would have. Yet I am highly suggesting honest answers to the overused "how are you?" question.
This goes both ways -- if you're the one asking the question, mean it. Be willing to hear the real, maybe uncomfortable answers. We've let this question become too casual, and our society will only benefit from a little realness. Admit the suck, be real, and then work to change it. Don't let it simmer. Get it out and move on!