I was watching Grey's Anatomy the other night {of course}. It was season 2, and in one episode Meredith and Alex are talking. She tells him she's fine and he says,
"You've said that word so many times today it doesn't even sound like a word anymore."
I had a similar conversation with Maddi on Sunday night.
But I really am.
Fine.
adjective
1 of high quality
- (of a person) worthy of or eliciting admiration
- good; satisfactory
- used to express one's agreement with or acquiescence to something
- denoting or displaying a state of good, though not excellent, preservation {this one is so true}
- (of something abstract) subtle and therefore perceived only with difficulty and care
Really, I'm fine. In a lot of ways, I'm fine. I would like to be great or excellent, but I'm not. I wish I were not expressing my acquiescence to the situation that I'm in because I hate it, but I don't know how to fight it, so it's fine. I'm fine. My heart is breaking, I'm overwhelmed and stressed, but I'm holding it together. I'm fine, and that's about all I can ask for right now.
Although, the definition of FINE that most describes me is probably this one:
Freaked-out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional.
2 comments:
I love you Al--and you are most certainly fine in the sense of beautifully attractive--you are a babe. Hang in there and let me know if you need anything.
I always think of the Italian Job. Or You've Got Mail: "You're more than fine, you're completely fine."
But yeah, I get it. As you're well aware.
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