I don’t understand people’s infatuation with asking how each other are when it’s clear they don’t want to know.
For example, this morning at 7am, while I was throwing away a bag of trash at my apartment complex, a lady said good morning and “How are you?”
The only time a stranger asks how you are behind a dumpster is when they’re selling you drugs.
Not that I have any experience with that.
It’s a remnant of the Black Death, sorta like Ring Around the Rosie. In those days, it was a serious question. Sorta like when people said “bless you” whenever you sneezed, because the demons were going into your body. ;)
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Oh I have demons in my body, alright.
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LOL Welcome to the club. We have coffee and donuts!
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Very amusing but true.
Don’t ask if you don’t care!!!
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