Are You Fine?

surprised at how many people are registering as fine

It's an automatic response. How am I? I am fine. (Narrator: He wasn't fine.)

right i guess that’s already been discussed

The only ilxor who actually seems to be doing fine is darraghmac

he’s fine like when uk people say the weather is fine, i think

It's like there's this veneer over everything that looks and seems mostly fine but seemingly insignificant things will disturb the veneer and make it briefly billow up and I catch a glimpse underneath and hoo boy is it ever a mess under there, and the disturbance when it occurs reminds me of just how thin a sheath there is between fine and not fine, how fragile that membrane and how easily it can get shifted out of place or possibly torn away altogether. But then I calm down and breathe and remember that I'm being perhaps a tad melodramatic and overusing purple prose to describe relatively prosaic phenomena and I kinda shake my head and chuckle at the sweet sad folly of humankind and then the veneer flaps out madly and a pair of razor-sharp teeth sink into the back of my neck and drag me into the howling void beyond.

Just joshin'. But it feels like that could be a thing, sometimes. But no, really, I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Xi8NvSetZc

I was such a stan for that song when it came out and so sure she was gonna be a big star. I'm sure my friends at the time did not think I was fine.

Soon as there are roses, I want no roses.
I want them only when there can't be any.
What should I do with the things, many,
On which, at will, any hand closes?

I never want the night except when dawn
Is making it melt into the gold and azure.
That of which my soul is unsure
Is what I must possess, that only.

For what?...If I knew that, I would not form
Verses to say I don't, even now, know it.
I have a soul that's poor and cold...
Ah, with what alms shall I warm her?...

I am fine.

fernando pessoa as guy who is fine

Don't worry about me. Are you okay? <--- this will always be my answer

I've never been better, am fine, not so fine and miserable simultaneously. Twas ever thus. It's like Vic Chesnutt sings:

I'm keeping it on the road
I'm keeping it on the road
Can't say I didn't rattle the load
But I'm keeping it on the road

I’m medium by dint of extremes balancing out, but at least there haven’t been so many low extremes lately! It’s been about a year since I last did anything really self-destructive, and I feel much more in control. Ditched ineffective publishing career at 29, and feeling much better having returned to uni to study child psychotherapy. It felt like an impossible sea change at the time, especially with no money, but good support and willpower won through. Oh and being in therapy for five years has gradually accumulated a great deal of good. If anyone is considering it but worried about the cost, I’d recommend looking around to see if any therapists keep open ‘low income’ slots, as many do.

As for self-expectations about all the other many dreams I’ve had, I’m trying to give phantasy some credit. Like, maybe imagining some of these things is a good enough placeholder for experiencing them, and maybe I can vicariously enjoy other outcomes through students, or indeed Gilmore Girls. (Though I’m not sure what that dream would be...I’ve probably wanted to run a hotel at some point)

Pessoa is the best.

ever since i came to accept that the apocalypse actually did happen in 2012 i've been... adequate

just dropping in to confirm that im actually fine not american fine or british weather fine

I'm finer since I stopped wearing these horrible 2nd hand doc marten shoes that were killing my feet. Before I realised they were the problem I thought I was developing arthritis.

Waking up late and shooting out of bed like a rocket, thinking, 'yikes...gotta jump into the shower!', which leads to a spirited reinterpretation of Nilsson's 'Jump Into the Fire' under the nozzle's spray...yeah, I'm probably fine.

And as I wash, I idly wonder if the cancer I definitely positively almost certainly have (nb, I have no reason to believe that I am actually cancer-stricken) is located in the part of my body I'm currently washing, consider that it might well have spread to all the parts, ponder whether I'll seek treatment or let it consume me slowly or find a considerate way to off myself which will spare my loved ones undue grief...yeah, I'm maybe not fine.

And then I'm out of the shower and brushing my teeth and I improvise the line 'we can wash each other cleanly' as I continue my fun new song into my makeshift toothbrush microphone...I think I'm going to be just fine.

The dichotomy of me is illustrated by how long it took to decide between “how about fuck you” and “don’t worry about me, are you OK?”

I don't think those options are necessarily mutually exclusive.

So I sit up late in the morning
And ask myself again
How do they kill children?
And why do I want to die?
They can no longer move
I can no longer be still

I hate
My way

But I'm fine

Now as I stumble
And reel to my bed
All that I've done
All that I've said
Means nothin' to me
I'd soon as be dead
All of this world be forgotten
I'm though thanks for asking

oops forgot "fine"

I'm fine pic.twitter.com/LUj8ly287Q

— Mia Farrow (@MiaFarrow) July 23, 2017

Yes, that feels about right. Hello, friend, welcome to my house, make yourself at home. Me? I'm fine. Just fine. Thank you for asking. Would you like something to drink? I have 427 cans of Barq's root beer. If that's not enough, I have another 1,917 cans of Barq's root beer stored in the cabinets, more out in the garage. What? No, like I said before, I'm really doing quite fine.

Oh, you're hungry? Well, I refilled the ice cube trays with Barq's root beer a little while ago so you can munch on those if you like. Otherwise we'll have to go out. Or, well, can you go by yourself? I don't like to leave my Barq's root beer alone for long. I really don't know why you keep asking how I'm doing.

Can I at least have a Hebrew National hot dog?

Well...I suppose. They're seven years old, but help yourself.

https://frinkiac.com/video/S06E06/tcVCEMxsDgns3shX8RUgXXD3MfQ=.gif

I wasn't really fine when I saw this poll ... since then I think I've figured out that caffeine was doing me in. 3-4 hours of the work day in the worst possible mood then bam, it's over and I'm fine. And the culprit was apparently a pot of green tea.

As long as words are available, I'm fine. They often aren't.

let me qualify what I just said about "worst possible mood"

Automatic thread bump. This poll is closing tomorrow.

Automatic thread bump. This poll's results are now in.

I know you not fine, but how you doin'?

I'm feeling more fine than I was when I started this poll, but that's only because I have yet to notice the slavering beast crouched behind me. I mean, okay, obviously I've already noticed it, but it seems so invested in catching me off guard that I'm trying to maintain the pretense of ignorance. What has the world come to if we can't extend a small kindness to the thing that is soon to devour us, I ask you.

This is quite fine. Quite fine.

Nevermind Are You Fine, the real question is What’s the Latest

Okay, weird, I felt an urge to revive this because I've been feeling a little less fine of late and didn't realize that I'd initiated this almost exactly a year ago. Maybe the season induces a dip in one's fineness quotient. But it's kind of like all of the constituent pieces of me are on this slow drifting path away from their core and with a degree of vigilance I'm able to snatch them before they get too far and pull them back into place but it seems like the pace is picking up a bit these days and the odds increasing that one or more of these pieces will slip through my fingers before I can get a firm grip and, well, what happens then? And it feels a little more every day like other people are heading in this same direction so it's not even like I can utilize the unassailable centeredness of others as a point of focus. It feels like the heat death of human civilization and identity, a very slow and nearly imperceptible yet incessantly progressive process. But if you turn the music up a little louder, maybe utilize one of the many screens at our disposal to look at something busy and flashy or maybe involving cute little animals, it's still somewhat easy to pretend that things are fine and that I am fine, as well. I'm pretty sure that's someone else screaming, not sure who.

I am foine

I know you fine, but how you doin?

good good

I want to say I'm fine but I really should check with myself before speaking on his behalf.

was fine, am fine

im great thanks

― flaneur brayin (darraghmac), Tuesday, 28 August 2018 16:42 (one year ago) bookmarkflaglink

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5e/LikeARock_-_Seger.jpg

most of my life is the struggle to get to a point when I remember that I'm fine

“How you doing”
“I’m fine”
“Yes you are”

I told an acquaintance to go fuck a live bear yesterday and got aggro with an Executive at work today.

I am not fine.

I dunno, a mind capable of conjuring up 'go fuck a live bear' would seem to have some hidden reserves of fineness that its user might not immediately recognize.

good wingmanning for that bear IMO