One of my better-kept secrets is this: when people ask me if I'm happy, if I'm sleeping well and eating well, often I don't receive it as benevolent well-wishing (though I know damn well it is), but rather as additional sources of pressure for me to be happy and stop half-assing meals and bedtimes, and I want to tell them, you know, if I could be happy and well-adjusted, I would.
This usually doesn't happen on my good days.
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