...said Oscar Wilde. I'm going to have to develop that facility pretty smartish because my mind's a blank this morning.
"He: What’s the matter with you?
slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by
nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they
will say, surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but
there was nothing the matter with her.”
Why do we DO that? Why do I do that? Actually, for me, the conversation goes more like:
He: How are you?
Sometimes, I'm NOT fine. Sometimes there IS something wrong.
I don't think I'm afraid to admit weakness. It's just that I don't want to be a bother or a bore!
And mostly, when people ask those things, I wonder if they REALLY want to know.