No, I'm not okay. Do you have to ask?
I understand when people are concerned about me. Yes, I'm going through what most people would consider a live-action soap opera the past few months, except that it's real and raw and now. I appreciate the genuine concern, and the sympathy to a certain extent, but I truly resent it when people feign caring just to squeeze gossip out of me.
Yes, it's interesting. My life is interesting, gd it, and I want my boring life back. I'm sure we're the talk of the town, the newest scandal, fodder to ignite dull conversations. Heck, it's better than primetime TV. It *did* make it on the evening news. But GAWD, people, do not poke people's emotional scabs out of sheer curiosity. Our hardships are not for your entertainment. My family is not a ****ing circus act.
No, I don't want to talk about. No, I won't feel better if I "let it out", and certainly NOT with the likes of you. No, I'm not suicidal, jeez, as if I'm ever not emotionally stable. Yes, I'm losing weight, but seriously, how do you expect me to force down food when people stare at you across the restaurant? Yes, I'm frigid; my poker face concerns you, NO, I will not show you my "true self".
Butt off. Get out. Mind your own business. I know kalimasada and I'm not afraid to break your limbs.
Not all those who wander are lost.