What I mean when I say I'm good, thanks

*really good, thanks

It’s a sunny Saturday morning in Portugal. I’m sitting in my room with the door closed, deciding to take a few minutes to contemplate what I feel like writing about today. While the fear of having a screaming toddler run into the room occupies around 30% of my mental capacity, and the fact that I had no caffeinated beverage lowers my already suspiciously low concentration (googling ADHD signs??) by another 40%, I wonder if I should be writing an article on how to have a hot girl summer. While googling the definition of a hot girl summer (Having a “hot girl summer” means not being tied down by a boyfriend, dressing “hot”, and living wild. Ummmm YAS PLEASE!?), I stumbled upon an article that discouraged teenage girls from living this “wild” summer due to the disapproval of Jesus. I decided to respect Jesus for the sake of good karma and because I cannot afford to mess with higher consciousness right now.

For a few seconds, I played with the idea of writing an article on the big dreams that keep us going, but then again, I felt like I didn’t have anything to say. I wondered what other writers do when they don’t know what to write, which is weird because isn’t the word “writer” implying we have an idea of what we’re doing? Anyways, I came to the conclusion that we’re living in really awkward times right now and that it’s normal to walk through life confused as fuck. (Is it, though?) Actually, there must be something going on in the ethers right now because even the astro girlies I follow on Instagram are more confused than usual.

One caffeinated beverage later, I decided to simply write about what’s on my heart.

Therefore, here’s what I currently mean when someone approaches me with the second most frightening three words: “How are you?” and I reply with a big smile, “I’m REALLY good, thanks!”: