Are You Fine?

im great thanks

I am not fine, but not giving up either

"i am doing a bad job at convincing myself and others that i am fine"

Mostly fair to middling. I'm fine with that.

voted Hey. How about fuck you, jack. How about that.

since it seems to best encapsulate the tenor of the times

Most days are like I'm just hangin' out at Winkie's, relaxing and enjoying a meal, no big deal, everything is pretty chill really, and then a couple times a day I just kinda wander out the door for a little stroll around the building, eventually make my way around to the back to see what's going on behind the dumpsters, and suddenly things are not so very fine at all.

lmao

hahaha

Lol

I ate too much candy the past two nights but in general I'm doing very fine righ tnow

I had to quit a job because working for my new boss was what I imagine working in the Trump administration was like; double talk, gaslighting, not getting any consensus, impulsive decision making. I feel better having left.

My workplace has certainly seemed to creep in that direction over the past couple of years, at least inasmuch as it doesn't seem like anyone has their hand on the wheel or cares to put their hand on the wheel. Things just happen or they don't. Whatever. 'Oh, so-and-so did such-and-such? He really shouldn't have done that! Oh, well, what are you going to do! (wanders away, walks into wall, continues trying to walk with face mashed against wall)'

I’m fine. Worsening acid reflux but I’m fine overall.

I'm not necessarily fine, but I'm perfectly "fine"

i'm with you silby

i'm w/ Οὖτις,

Voted "I'm pretty sure I'm not fine."

Would have voted for a "I'm very certain that I'm not even close to fine" option if there was one.

I think I am fine, but I'm not sure.

Translation: I feel ok, I'm enjoying what I'm doing career/education-wise at the moment even if it is going to lead to some insecurity/uncertainty very soon, but I feel like things are much less okay with some of the people in my life, and something terrible happening to one (or more) of them could easily render me immediately not fine.

Acid reflux does indeed suck, though. That's about the worst thing I'm dealing with body-wise at the moment, so I suppose I should count myself very lucky.

my mental health has been fucking off the rails lately. i'm not sure how much it has to do with like... us politics, but afaict it's all intermingled. technically, objectively, things are fine with me, and i've got a few things in my life that i'm v proud of and which are carrying me along, but really i feel like i've been suspended in free-floating anxiety and depression for about a month now with no idea of what's up or down or sideways. i also feel v v v alone (i recognize that i am not alone but)

Most days are like I'm just hangin' out at Winkie's, relaxing and enjoying a meal, no big deal, everything is pretty chill really, and then a couple times a day I just kinda wander out the door for a little stroll around the building, eventually make my way around to the back to see what's going on behind the dumpsters, and suddenly things are not so very fine at all.

― Blag Blingeeborp (Old Lunch), Tuesday, August 28, 2018 9:53 AM (one hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

lmao love u old lunch

my mental health has been fucking off the rails lately. i'm not sure how much it has to do with like... us politics, but afaict it's all intermingled. technically, objectively, things are fine with me, and i've got a few things in my life that i'm v proud of and which are carrying me along, but really i feel like i've been suspended in free-floating anxiety and depression for about a month now with no idea of what's up or down or sideways. i also feel v v v alone (i recognize that i am not alone but)

― princess of hell (BradNelson), Tuesday, August 28, 2018 10:58 AM (fifty-two seconds ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

also i can't believe how BORING all of this is to feel

"Don't worry about me. Are you okay?"

All. The. Time.

And I like how its positioning makes it the de facto least fine.

Depression's so boring to experience, it's like weaponized boredom xp

"You are looking so fine." Once said to me by a former coworker whose first language was not English. I assumed he meant I was looking well.

i am not fine at all, but will probably be better in a week or two

for an underemployed sickboy, not bad, thx

Is "fine" the only word that is used almost exclusively to mean something other than its actual primary definition?

Like I still had a lot of work to do on being a responsible adult human being who's at least moderately comfortable in his own skin and not terrified of unrehearsed interactions with other adult human beings but I was at least on my way towards begrudging acceptance of certain aspects of self which I'd always regarded pejoratively when reality started to kind of dissolve around the edges a couple of years back and now I find myself spending at least a few minutes of every day wondering if it wouldn't be a more worthwhile endeavor to just abandon my personal upkeep in favor of sitting down on the nearest streetcorner and just like bellowing into the middle distance until someone scoops me up and deposits me into a well-guarded building full of other people who have decisively bricked themselves off from reality.

Usually though I just go home and have a sandwich while watching a Gilmore Girls and then, yeah, I'm fine.

Doin good and gettin er done

U?

Voted “other”. Is feeling “not fine” when you’re actually “fine”, does that mean I’m fine or not fone

Voted “other”. Is feeling “not fine” when you’re actually “fine”, does that mean I’m fine or not fine?

I dunno, it's weird. Like, is there anything observably un-fine about my life? Many people would probably say nah. I mean, it's nothing hugely impressive, my life, but it's generally untroubled by anything external. But I feel a great disquiet within me much more of the time than I would like. That definitely feels un-fine. But who am I to complain when there are people legit suffering in tangible ways, who would likely self-describe as, quote, 'legit un-fine'? I guess everything irrelative.

Every so often of late, I whip up this fantasy in my mind where I just get rid of everything I own and quit my job and I spend whatever little money I have on a plane ticket to a third world country and devote myself to serving the underprivileged like I'm Mother Teresa, only I know that a little ways into doing this thing I will suddenly come to my senses and realize what a privileged Westerner I am and how huge a mistake I've made, oh god I'm not Mother Teresa what was I even thinking. And then I will just be there with all of these starving kids who are expecting things of me that I now recognize I'm not capable of giving and I'll feel like that awkward guy at the party who thought he was going to meet the friend of a friend of a friend who never actually showed up but this guy just keeps hanging out where he doesn't belong and being awkward and making everyone else feel awkward and I'll occasionally try to make conversation with one of the kids but he's too busy starving to care about making me feel better but what else am I going to do really.

That doesn't seem fine to me.

I'm fine, guys, don't worry. I'm fine. Really.

When I was 9, I learned survival. Taught myself not to care.

I have not been fine at any point since birth really

Don't you worry 'bout me, I wouldn't worry about me

Medium-fine. Better than some other times. I'm not pointlessly catastrophizing on some baseless worry or another, which in itself is a relief. I'm being somewhat productive.

I have a very sheltered, lucky position right now, as stressful as it sometimes is, in that I get to work with frontline people--immigrants, English learners, at-risk kids, families in poverty, shelters/temp housing situations--who are most dangerously affected by our fucked up world, but I also have a delineated set of obligations to them, like, I'm not directly responsible for finding so-and-so a place to sleep tonight (usually).

So when things in the news are bleak, I know that I'm going to spend my day getting kids free glasses, or free lawyers, or nutrition assistance, or enrolling their parents into English classes to get a more valuable next job, and so on. And yet I don't have people in states of free-fall on my doorstep that I have to turn away so I can go home at night, which is how I imagine it feels to work in the shelter system or with any at-risk group p much.

i just read a passage in chekhov's gooseberries that kind of touches on what it means to feel fine. might as well post it on the internet!!!!

"I saw a happy man whose cherished dream was so obviously fulfilled, who had attained his object in life, who had gained what he wanted, who was satisfied with his fate and himself. There is always, for some reason, an element of sadness mingled with my thoughts of human happiness, and, on this occasion, at the sight of a happy man I was overcome by an oppressive feeling that was close upon despair. It was particularly oppressive at night. A bed was made up for me in the room next to my brother's bedroom, and I could hear that he was awake, and that he kept getting up and going to the plate of gooseberries and taking one. I reflected how many satisfied, happy people there really are! 'What a suffocating force it is! You look at life: the insolence and idleness of the strong, the ignorance and brutishness of the weak, incredible poverty all about us, overcrowding, degeneration, drunkenness, hypocrisy, lying. . . . Yet all is calm and stillness in the houses and in the streets; of the fifty thousand living in a town, there is not one who would cry out, who would give vent to his indignation aloud. We see the people going to market for provisions, eating by day, sleeping by night, talking their silly nonsense, getting married, growing old, serenely escorting their dead to the cemetery; but we do not see and we do not hear those who suffer, and what is terrible in life goes on somewhere behind the scenes. . . . Everything is quiet and peaceful, and nothing protests but mute statistics: so many people gone out of their minds, so many gallons of vodka drunk, so many children dead from malnutrition. . . . And this order of things is evidently necessary; evidently the happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burdens in silence, and without that silence happiness would be impossible. It's a case of general hypnotism. There ought to be behind the door of every happy, contented man some one standing with a hammer continually reminding him with a tap that there are unhappy people; that however happy he may be, life will show him her laws sooner or later, trouble will come for him -- disease, poverty, losses, and no one will see or hear, just as now he neither sees nor hears others. But there is no man with a hammer; the happy man lives at his ease, and trivial daily cares faintly agitate him like the wind in the aspen-tree -- and all goes well.

"That night I realized that I, too, was happy and contented," Ivan Ivanovitch went on, getting up. "I, too, at dinner and at the hunt liked to lay down the law on life and religion, and the way to manage the peasantry. I, too, used to say that science was light, that culture was essential, but for the simple people reading and writing was enough for the time. Freedom is a blessing, I used to say; we can no more do without it than without air, but we must wait a little. Yes, I used to talk like that, and now I ask, 'For what reason are we to wait?' " asked Ivan Ivanovitch, looking angrily at Burkin. "Why wait, I ask you? What grounds have we for waiting? I shall be told, it can't be done all at once; every idea takes shape in life gradually, in its due time. But who is it says that? Where is the proof that it's right? You will fall back upon the natural order of things, the uniformity of phenomena; but is there order and uniformity in the fact that I, a living, thinking man, stand over a chasm and wait for it to close of itself, or to fill up with mud at the very time when perhaps I might leap over it or build a bridge across it? And again, wait for the sake of what? Wait till there's no strength to live? And meanwhile one must live, and one wants to live!

"I went away from my brother's early in the morning, and ever since then it has been unbearable for me to be in town. I am oppressed by its peace and quiet; I am afraid to look at the windows, for there is no spectacle more painful to me now than the sight of a happy family sitting round the table drinking tea. I am old and am not fit for the struggle; I am not even capable of hatred; I can only grieve inwardly, feel irritated and vexed; but at night my head is hot from the rush of ideas, and I cannot sleep. . . . Ah, if I were young!"

Ivan Ivanovitch walked backwards and forwards in excitement, and repeated: "If I were young!"

I mean, I'm sitting here in a deluxe office building in the sky, sippin' some coffee and noddin' my head to a little Alice Coltrate while I simultaneously hold down a job and post on a message board, the sun is shining, the birds are presumably singing although I can't hear to confirm, I'm fed and clothed and bathed and have a home to return to after I punch out at the end of a long day. My life is positively paradisal in comparison to millions of other people who've existed throughout history. How could I not be fine? How am I not fine? What is wrong with me that I'm not fine? So many questions, so few answers. But it's fine, really. Look at me. Don't I look fine? Okay, forget how I look. I'm telling you: I'm fiiiiiiiiiiiine.

I don't know who Alice Coltrate is.

but the primary reason I am not fine is that at a certain point in the past decade (I'm not sure when exactly the point happened, or if it was a single point at all; there were certainly areas of concentration) I passed the point where I could no longer succeed in life and would now be a failure permanently, and there are so many decades to endure in that state that I would prefer not to. this is not the same thing as being suicidal -- I just want to stress that up front -- just an acknowledgement that for the next several decades there is nothing there for me.

there's also a generational counterpart to it as well, in that my generation has been derailed to the point of permanent failure. and there is no path in sight to un-derailment, no matter how many republicans crow about how the economy is great now (it is not great now).

That is a wonderful Chekhov passage, KM.

I guess one way to explain things is that I always carry a hammer and I compulsively strike it against my head a few times a day. On a certain level it makes me feel un-fine but on another level I think it's probably a sign that I'm more fine than I'd like to admit.

like this is the millennial cliche or whatever but there is something deeply existentially depressing about the fact that I'll most likely never be able to live by myself, let alone own a house or have children or any of the baseline milestone markers of non-failure that were instilled in me

Those things are true and will probably continue to be true for me except that I'm like a generation older than the millennial generation. But it's fine. I'm fine. This is all very fine, indeed.

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.

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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

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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

When I'm the least fine it's when I reflect on the fact that I am part of nobody's "core" friend circle- at best maybe an arm and a leg inside of one or two as far as I can tell? End up pity-partying pretty hard over that subject. Otherwise super fine!

Irl looooool at DJP

maybe he was hinting at playing Striking Vipers.

Lol DJP

I realized about three days ago that I am, for the first time since 2013, fine. I have been fine for most of August. I am thrilled that I am fine. If I can make it to the end of the day without a cigarette, then I’ll be past the frustrating phase.

The silver lining about being not fine for so long is that being fine again feels amazing and incredible. I ran 5km today. I’m nearly done arranging all this Julius Eastman for two harpsichords. I am renting a Jazz Chorus today for no reason. I did the fancy tooth care ritual instead of the normal brush and spit.

I am as fine as I was one or two or three or six years ago, which is to say not; the core problem is that the things that would have to happen in my life for me to be fine again are never going to happen, and there are still several decades left in which I will still be aware of that

Ba-bump

I am more fine than I would have expected to be on this particular date but I am less fine than I would like to be. There's like this shadow of a panic attack hovering just at the periphery of my vision and it keeps creeping just a little closer before backing off again. I wish it would stop fucking with me, if I'm perfectly honest.

Pretty sure, even if all goes relatively well and smoothly, it's going to be at least a week before I'll be able to declare myself truly fine.

How about you? Are you fine?

I’m hanging in there. election + going through all these paperwork hoops starting a new job has got me pretty wired. Feeling pretty vulnerable. I’m ok, though.

I feel strangely calm, partially because I've finally started writing again, but mostly because I know that whatever happens in the next 60 hours will happen no matter what I do.

more irritable than usual and incapable of my best concentration, but that's just because of the election.

Was gonna say, you know there's a general sourness of spirit when the generally sanguine likes of you and clemenza start to get overtly rankled 'round these parts.

just listened to the matt mcconaughey episode of maron, so to quote the man himself and borrow his legendary turn of phrase: "I am fine."

i'm fine. don't want to be at work tho

congrats on the new job brimstead

I just ctrl-fed "foine" and decided I need new jokes

There are plenty of dad jokes available, guaranteed to be endlessly recyclable.

Hungover on my day off...getting really tired of losing time / days to sleep when I could be enjoying my time off. Also left a wheel of brie on the counter overnight

ty map <3

glad to be (virtually) around all you fine folks in this fucked up time <3