I’ve got a question for you: How are you doing? Sure, of course you’re fine. Here’s a follow up: How do you know you’re doing fine? Tougher question, huh?
What’s that, you have a question for me? Why am I asking these inane questions?
Because, when people ask us how we’re doing, we respond automatically. I’m fine, we’re fine, everything’s fine. After all, if we engaged everyone in a rant about the gory truth, nothing would ever get done.
But it doesn’t stop there. We don’t even engage ourselves in a dialogue about the gory truth, and for much the same reason. We’re too busy “living.”
The truth is that seemingly simple questions can actually be pretty loaded, so loaded that we’d sometimes rather not know the answer. We have all these sayings about leaving well enough alone. Why upset the apple cart? Why open a can of worms? Don’t fix it if it isn’t broken.
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