When did being lonely become a four letter word?
I don’t know how many times I’ve said ‘I’m fine’ lately, when loneliness aches inside. ‘Fine’ that reeks of wanting somebody to stop and listen, take an interest. Fine that is tinged with sadness and longing for someone to just stop and say, ‘no you’re not’. I’m fine is tinted with a whisper of need.
When did I’m fine become the standard response when clearly that is not the case?