I am a very private person; I don’t even post a picture of me on my blog. What doesn’t make any sense because I am outgoing and outspoken; I haven’t met a stranger in my life. I talk to everybody about almost everything. I go toward people -I don’t hold back. Still, I keep a wall of privacy around me.
“How are you,” is the one English sentence I hate the most. How dare you stranger asking me that question? You got me all confused now. Do you care about me and my well-being, or is it just a question that you ask, hoping I will not bother you with the truth?
I am not kidding; this simple question puzzled me for the longest time when I learned English.
“Do I have to tell strangers how I feel?” I asked my husband, and he ensured me I didn’t have to. It’s not really a question, he explained to me. It’s just a nicer form of saying Hello.
So, greeting me with, “Hello, how are you doing,” is a double Hello?
This whole thing didn’t make any sense at all. But….
“Just tell them you are fine,” he said, “That’s all they want to hear. People are polite when they ask that question; they don’t’ really want to know how you are doing.” (What kind of nonsense is that @$%#?)
Of course, I adjusted. “I am fine, just fine,” is my standard answer, even on days when I am not. Like all the rest of us, I keep my troubles private.
Oh yes I’m the great pretender
Pretending I’m doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I’m lonely, but no one can tell
Sometimes I wish I could share my feelings with the person who asks, but then, why would I burden someone who is gentle and kind with my troubles. Life is not just sunshine and roses, there are rainy days as well – we all know that.
There are days I feel lonely, seldom I feel blue. I can be bitchy and grumpy; I can be bursting with joy. I am the clown, the one who makes you laugh; I am the deep thinker, who searches for all the answers.
I am fine, just fine!