That's what my neighbour asked me, if I was doin okay. Yeah, I am doing okay. So, why did her kind question make me wanna cry? You know, one of those times when someone looks your soul in the eye and sees your not doin' okay, so they ask, and your voice cracks, and you squeak out a "yeah. Oh, yeah. psh."
I really am doing really good and okay. I like where I am, except for feeling like I'm kicking the husband out of the nest and forcing him to fly, I am good.
"You're look'n a little skinny, again" my neighbour says.
"Oh, yeah, no... these are my super to big and comfortable jeans, " and they are a few sizes to big. I have actually put on a pound or two.
So I look like shit. Whatever. That's cause I ended up going out last night and staying up too late.
But, really, (throat closes) I'm fine....
2 beings spoke up here;:
I wish I knew what to say.
I have felt a bit of F.I.N.E. ness my self over the past couple of days. I suppose it's the full moon or something.
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