I think the feeling of loneliness
creeps up and grabs us (from time to time)
to make sure we don't settle for fluff.
Loneliness, at least the kind I sometimes experience,
is such a ruthless state... it will accept no counterfeit
consolation. No hugs from a mannequin. Or fake
laughter from a can. This grizzly beast strips me,
not as a cruelty... but as a centering.
This is the work of the tart and the terrible,
to help us grow from a weeble-wobble,
to a sure-footed person who can dance
The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND.
But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello."
Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected.
(And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.)
The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________."
This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself.
And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer.
For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾