"How are you?"
What a strange question, such ambiguous meaning. And it's almost always asked in passing or when there is little to no time for an answer.
"Fine," becomes the answer. "Great." "Good."
Yet, it's socially unacceptable to shed the pent up tears. "Crappy."
So do I become: lying cool kid or honest outcast?
Of course I haven't ruled out adressing the question with a totally unrelated answer:
"How are you?"
"Shamrock."
"How are you?"
"Archery."

I'm reading a book written in the mind of an autistic boy. Not emotionally being able to understand what makes a day especially good or bad, he has created his own system.
3 red cars in a row = a good day.
4 red cars in a row = a super good day.
5 red cars in a row = a super duper good day.
4 yellow cars in a row = a dark day (No talking to anybody).

I suppose I have my own system:
3 Over the Rhine CD's and 1 hour spent sending headshots= a good day.
3 Over the Rhine CD's and 3 cups of tea and 1.5 hours spent sending headshots = a super good day.
4 Over the Rhine CD's, 4 Cups of tea, 2 hours spent sending headshots and 3 responses from agents or casting directors = a super duper good day.
1/2 Over the Rhine CD, 1 cold cup of tea = a dark day (Bitch talking to everybody).