Have you noticed how really simple questions can be mind boggling and very very complicated?
You would think a simple "How are you?" is well...simple. But no. You're wondering do you really want to know. What about the fact I don't feel too well today or that I haven't saved money in the longest time or I had really less sleep yesterday you know. While work is fine I don't know if that's what I want to do, I'm having trouble zero-ing in on something that I really really want that is truly deeply me.
But then you put a screeching halt to your train of thoughts and say "I'm fine, thanks."
And then the customary "How was your weekend?" that makes me want to end my association with corporate life.
Weekend? Well I twisted my ankle and it wasn't even a proper weekend considering I felt so damn tired. I'm clearly over-worked. One weekend is just not going to cut it anymore. But, honestly, who wants to listen?
I mean you could've asked me how many monkeys NASA sent to space last year and you would have got the same smile & nod.
I don't know if I'm suddenly repulsed by all scoial human contact or is it just PMS. Don't know. No idea. Zilch. Nada.
What I do know, however, is if one my girls asked me that question I would actually say everything that's running through my mind. That's probably why most of our conversations start with "So where are we going drinking?"
You would think a simple "How are you?" is well...simple. But no. You're wondering do you really want to know. What about the fact I don't feel too well today or that I haven't saved money in the longest time or I had really less sleep yesterday you know. While work is fine I don't know if that's what I want to do, I'm having trouble zero-ing in on something that I really really want that is truly deeply me.
But then you put a screeching halt to your train of thoughts and say "I'm fine, thanks."
And then the customary "How was your weekend?" that makes me want to end my association with corporate life.
Weekend? Well I twisted my ankle and it wasn't even a proper weekend considering I felt so damn tired. I'm clearly over-worked. One weekend is just not going to cut it anymore. But, honestly, who wants to listen?
I mean you could've asked me how many monkeys NASA sent to space last year and you would have got the same smile & nod.
I don't know if I'm suddenly repulsed by all scoial human contact or is it just PMS. Don't know. No idea. Zilch. Nada.
What I do know, however, is if one my girls asked me that question I would actually say everything that's running through my mind. That's probably why most of our conversations start with "So where are we going drinking?"
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and just when i feel not so good bout stuff, your blog does the trick. Really, you chit of a girl!
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