The question I'm referring to is simple. "How are you?" Like most, you have spent your entire life giving the same answer. "I'm fine." But are you?
Of course you are, you say!
Everybody's so friggin fine, right?
Your kids aren't misbehaving in school causing you to have to leave work, jeopordizing the good job that you've had for less than 90 and took you two years to land. No significant other that's cheating on you nor do you suspect it. Your parents aren't aging and looking to you for financial help while you struggle to keep the lights on, pay your car note AND the student loans for the college education you've been one semester from finishing for the last 5 years. You're okay with your young teenage kid prematurely making you "gramps". You're disease-free pillar of good health; and you suffer no aches, pains, or arthritis from years of over-working amd over-taxing your body. And you certainly, never ever feel hung over from all the drinking you did the night before in hopes of fogetting just how "fine" you really are.
Not you. Not your friends or co-workers. Not the beautiful smiling woman behind the counter at pharmacy where you fill your Ambien, Wellbutrin, and Valtrex prescriptions. Nope. Everybody's fucking FINE.
You're not really fine though. You're just as dysfunctional and fucked up as everybody else. Don't let it get you down though. Dysfunction is the norm. Truth be told, it always has been. In fact, when you say you're fine, you actually really mean it, even when you dont!
Try to keep up.
We're not always aware of the issues and problems of others. However, we are all acutelyaware that we are not the only people who's going through hard times. Being dysfucntional is as normal as it is to say "fine" when someone calls you in the middle of an angry tirade or crying spell and says "Hey! How you doin?" Never for a second does it occur to us that maybe the friend, acquaintance, or cheating ex on the phone is wiping away their own tears or trying to calm their own rage.
So, why are you dysfunctional? Because you are human and alive. We are all either completely dysfunctional or choosing to be dysfunctionally fine...
So, what about me? How am I?
Let's see... I am recently single (again) after breaking up with the man who was the love of my life. Twice. He cheated (again) with the same disgustingly, nasty, ugly hood rat (again).
I'm also the mother to a genuis little girl who occassionally steals money from my purse, often lies, and constantly sneaks food from the fridge then hides in her room and binges. Hence that little weight problem she's developed. I use to have a great, fun and exciting career that I loved. Now, I have a job that I dread as I lay in bed each morning debating on calling in sick. This is my life...and just like you, I'm just peachy. Fine...fine
*blink*
Dysfunctionally Fine just like you...
Welcome home.
Introduce yourself and stay awhile.
Tell me... What is your dysfunction?
