Contrary to popular belief, you can absolutely run away from your problems.
I mean, it doesn’t work… they’ll follow you.
But the running part is nice, right?
For a bit?
No?
Lately, when people ask "how are you?" I've struggled with how to respond. Life's been more challenging than I've let even myself acknowledge, so I don't know how much of that I'm supposed to say. My grandfather on my dad's side would always answer that question with "can't complain." He'd wait a beat-and-a-half before adding "doesn't do any good anyway." His delivery is what made it though; he'd be completely straight-faced. His eyes would give him away with this frivolity that just didn't match the monotone repartee. I always thought it was funny because of the "baghhh shucks" nature of a punchline about being ignored. But now I kind of wonder how serious a statement that might've been at times when no one caught it.
Things are shifting for me kind of rapidly right now. It's jarring but wildly relieving. In a lot of ways, they're slowing down yet slingshotting me forward. It's like these puzzle pieces I've been juggling for years all decided to fall into place within a two-week span.
I've been running a lot, too, and there's definitely a bit of irony in there somewhere.
But, when people ask, I still have no idea what to say…
Not great but not bad, either?
Actually—good.
I’m good.
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You?
onward.
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