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It’s better not to ask: people can’t handle how you’re doing, nor would I be able to handle telling it “out loud”.
Sometimes being asked (even if you give an answer) can make you feel that yes you exist, and that you have feelings that matter. But yeah, very few can handle the truth in these cases.
I would probably think it’s out of sympathy and not because I have feelings that matter 😛 but I know what you mean, it’s still a nice thing to do for someone, you can’t blame people for trying to be nice.
I know this feeling all too well
How are you??
“I’m fine.”
Yeah. Pretty much stopped asking.
Soooooo familiar. I’m happy to hear what’s been going on with you, I wouldn’t have asked otherwise. But is it really that hard to reciprocate when you’re done?
When you are a nurturing person, that hurts double. You feel undervalued because most don’t care about you as you do about them, so you isolate and shut down, which makes you feel guilty since you love to care about others…it brings purpose. Story of my life.
Wow, exactly exactly yes.
Yes! This comic. So much!
I don’t like to talk about myself much so I always just that I’m not too bad and then I ask, as I was taught is customary and polite, them how they are doing.
I was taught that it is customary to reciprocate in polite society as well, but I often ask myself why I seem to be the only one who seems to have been taught this. Then I ask myself what reason could I possibly have to want to be around people who can’t even behave politely, let alone care for real.
Bingo
Ouch, and then thats where id lock myself away in my bedroom the entire weekend. Too close to home
No one even really cares when they actually do ask you though.
Totally get this. It’s hard to tell people, “Hey, don’t you want to know how I’M doing?”.
Honestly, it’s one thing I’m sort of glad that most people don’t ask me about. I do care about how my friends are doing, but I’d really rather not have to constantly lie about how I am if they ask me about it in return.
It’s conflicting. On one hand, I feel alone if I’m not asked, especially if I ask how they’re doing. On the other hand, it’s actually hard to say I’m not doing okay. So often I default to “I’m doing fine” because I’m scared… and I hate it.