How am I doin'!?!? How YOU doin'!

How you doin’? Me? I’m great… just peachy. See? I’m smiling! That means I am good to go. No need to check up on me. Everything is hunky dory.
Hunky dory I tell you!
Why is it that we could be dying on the inside and yet when someone asks us, how are you, you tell them fine, just fine, with this pained, one-flew-over-the-cuckoo’s-nest sort of smile?
And then, here’s the kicker, you get upset if no one reaches out to help.
At least I do... and the wifey. She does too. Maybe it’s me. I used to be able to tell when something was bothering someone and, once upon a time, I would ask if there was anything I could do. I hated to see someone in need and not do something.
Then I changed. Over the years I became more and more self centered.
It got to the point where even I didn’t like me. Now? Now I am trying to get back to where I used to be. You know, caring about my fellow human being and stuff.
Did getting fired make me change?
I don’t think so. This isn’t the first time in my life I have been through a rough patch or three.
I don’t know what’s different.
Maybe I am just sick of me, at least the old, recent version of me.
I’m not going to be Mother Theresa. For one thing, the habit won’t fit and for another, I’m not strictly speaking Catholic and the last time I checked you had to be Catholic to be a Nun, or at least Whoopi Goldberg. (Yeah, I had to add Whoopi to the old Microsoft Dictionary…)
And another thing, I’m not a woman though I have cried like one (once Johnny… once – softball liner back up the middle meets manhood, ‘nuff said)
I have no idea where this thought was going.
Uhm, well, forget. It will probably come to me just as I doze off to sleep tonight anyway.
No bites on the eBay auction. That’s more than a little disappointing but I am hoping for one of those zany Bad News Bears style comebacks.
And I don’t mean the one where the Yankees win after the coach gives his kid the Uber-Dad "slap that look off your face mister" slap on the mound in front of the whole stadium and they do that whole 2-4-6-8-who do we appreciate? Bears! Bears! Yay Bears!
No. Not that one.
I mean the whole, “Let them play! Let them play! Let them play!” thing at the old Astrodome.
Yeah. I need William DeVane to get the crowd watching my life whipped up into a frenzy rooting for me to win one for the Gipper… or who ever they were playing for.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to start on my list of things I am thankful for.