People want to believe that life is good. That there is hope. And promise.
So when you tell them that you are okay, they want to believe it. Sometimes, they need to believe it. Because that lets them believe that they’ll be okay too.
Much used. Much abused.
It hides when you don’t know what to say.
It hides when your heart is screaming something, but you don’t let yourself say it out loud.
It hides your opinions, melting you into agreeable agreement.
It hides whatever you want it to hide.
I’m OK, thank you for asking.