So someone asks, "How are you doing?" and you say Fine or Good or Alright, Thanks for asking, how are you? and you say this because it would just be weird to say what you are really thinking like
Well I picked up the beautiful and oddly heavy tiny memento urn which hold my dad's ashes yesterday and pretty much lost it for the rest of the day, and then I set up this kind-of altar in our dining room, where I surrounded the little urn with some of his stuff, random stuff really, like his old dice cups and his mothers tiny blue glasses and that broken beer stein that plays a song when you wind it and lift it up, and the music stops when you set it down, the one that I swear I remember him telling me that he got from some girl he dated who was the daughter of his good friend, and those twizzle sticks - drink stirrers, right? - made from that old, sparkly plastic, that have tiny whistles danging from the ends, I mean, it's weird to make that kind of altar right? And it's even weirder to want to add more stuff to it, right? Holy hell, I miss him and I have an emptiness in me everyday that I don't talk about, because you really don't want to hear it.
So yeah, I probably shouldn't say that, so I just say, "I'm fine, thanks for asking."