"How are you?"
“Fine. And you?”
“Pretty good, pretty good.”
This happens 20, maybe 30 times in my day? And inwardly, I always think, “No. REALLY. How ARE you?”
"Well, funny you should ask! I feel totally mentally ill but am doing a helluva job faking it under this corporate mask. It’s just brain weather, you know? It’ll pass, but shit dude, it’s scary when it hits! Am I right?? Anyhow, you notice something up with this coffee? Doesn’t taste the same as it used to. How are you?"
We’re only here for a short while.
I refuse to be “on call” for any technology. Not for outlook, not for gmail, not for Facebook, not for LinkedIn, not for twitter, not for RSS feeds. I’m not a brain surgeon and I’m not Barack.
I’m only here for a short while, and I want to be here.
Like something you know, but you don’t know.