When I say I’m alright
I might just be okay
But there could be such a heavy load
That it takes too much to say
You can look for clues in my face
These things usually leave a trace
But what’s going on in my inner space
Is really not in play
I need time to process
To evolve an understanding
Of where I’m at and who I am
After this last round of changes
So when I say I’m alright
I might just be okay
Then okay, I could be miserable
I just don’t want to say
Michael Seidel, writer 
I hope that “just goofing around” tag was what you were doing in this bit of verse!!
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Thanks for the question, Nan. It’s a general thing. I was thinking about how often people are asked, “How are you?” I think many, including me, stay generic and evasive. Also, some element of ‘feeling miserable’ can be self-pity, anxiety, weariness. I think we often phase in and out of these things. Rather than trying to highlight or illuminate any one aspect, we just say, “I’m okay.” Does it muddy it more? LOL. Cheers
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No, I was just concerned that maybe you were saying you were sick in verse. I understand now. More or less. 😉
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Michael,
When asked, I tend to say, “Nothing worth complaining about.” When I was dealing with my infant sons, I’d often sing, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” to calm them and me. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn’t, but then I don’t have a great voice for singing. Or as I like to say, I sing in the “key of off.” By the third grandchild, I had a whole song worked out, not that I am singer or songwriter.
I hope you are okay, but I understand your comments you replied to Nan with. I feel the same way. ~Nan (the other one)
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Thanks for the thoughts, Nan. I am fine, thanks. Your comments about singing to your infant children and grandchildren reminds me that I used to sing to my littlest sisters. Eight years older than one and ten years senior to the other, I’d made a song up and sang it to them in a soft voice. They always fell calm and still when I sang, just staring at me and listening. I have no idea what prompted me to start that habit. Cheers, M
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Because it worked…or at least it did for me. Over the years, I worked out a whole verse. I bet your littlest sisters may have done the same to any kids they cared for over the years.
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