Rule No.55 - Never tell people how you are. They don't want to know.

"Hey, how you doing?"

"Well, you know, short on cash at the moment, and I've had a bit of a scratchy throat, think I'm getting the flu. Not sleeping so well lately, that's why I have these big bags under my eyes. So tired of this cold weather, I mean, it's meant to be summer? Like seriously. But otherwise, I'm not too bad hey. How about you?"

No! We don't want to know all that. When we say how you doing, it's just an extension of hi. We don't actually want to know how sore your throat is, or how hard done by you are, or even how amazing your boyfriend is. The other really crap response is "well, no use complaining." By saying that, we know immediately that your life isn't so great and you'd like us to know that and feel bad for you, without actually going into detail.

A friend of mine told me the other day that he has a deal with one of his friends, no matter how they are feeling, when they ask each other, the reply has to be "AMAZING". He says it actually works, even when they feeling really bad, after a while they feel all happy and stuff. Maybe it's just cause they are amazing friends, or it's a shift in thought. If you tell yourself you feel great enough times, you'll believe it.

So try that today, if someone says "how you doing" reply, "I'm great thanks". It may just work.

*image from Edward Monkton, the most amazing poet in the whole entire world. I wish to meet him one day. x

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