BAD! I AM DOING BADLY!
And I HATE being reminded of that. I hate thinking about it, I hate trying to take it all in, and then the self-pity that follows. I don't WANT to know how I am doing! I don't want to think about it, I don't want to be reminded of it... I don't want to feel. Feeling hurts.
Yet the people who ask that mean well, and it's a very reasonable question. Hell, even I have used it. So I can't mouth off and bite the gentle hands of those who care. And I can't %$@!# lie, so I spent a few hours early this morning thinking of some dumbass, noncommittal thing to say.
"As good as to be expected."
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