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[kbk]

So apparently, when a casual friend asks me how I'm doing, "I'm on anti-depressants and I have this miserable cold and I made a fool of myself three times already today and I'm horrendously behind on all my work and I feel like shit and I have to finish this damn talk tonight and give it on Saturday and I don't know what the hell I'm doing and all I want to do is go home and curl up in my bed and pretend I don't exist," becomes, on the path from my brain to my lips, "I'm OK."

Isn't that nice?

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It's the curse of that blasted question...people don't expect a real answer, and/or ya don't want to give them the real answer.

Of course, you could frell with people's minds and come up with something interesting. "How are you?" "Absolutely stunning."