Because "all well"! Why it is better when we finally say what we mean

I often observe it on myself: someone asks me how I am and I reflexively answer "all well" or "everything fine". In 90 percent of the cases, this is by no means true, but I am quickly done with the business. Sometimes you don't have to explain epically why not everything is good. But sometimes sometimes. There are situations in which it makes a lot of sense to say directly that something is wrong.

If others are really annoying, it helps to be honest, for example. If the boss is an ass, the girlfriend is insensitive to insulting, or the waiter is ruthlessly rude, it doesn't help to answer "all good" in the long-term perspective. It is not. To say at the right moment "I'm not particularly well, it would be nice if you took that into account" is at least one option. And maybe it even helps.

"All good!" is the optimal sentence to please

If everyone thinks you have a heart made of steel and nerves made of wire ropes, nobody will help you. People who always happily flute "everything great" to the question, even if they feel shitty right now, may seem very happy, but also unapproachable. Quite apart from the fact that it is just practically inhumane when someone is always really great. By the way, it doesn't have to either. For a very long time, I myself tended to pretend that everything was really great. As a woman and mother, you are socially calibrated a little bit to always smile beautifully, even when the water is up to your neck. Everything else would be so uncomfortable and somehow unattractive and not appropriate, that's why we often say "all well!", it is the optimal standard sentence to please everyone.

But then I really didn't feel great – and a mother in school asked if everything was okay. Exceptionally, I did not say reflexively "all well", but "I'm just a little overwhelmed because I have to go to rehab and always only get home late in the afternoon. I don't know how to organize it with the children". This woman, with whom I had spoken about twice before, just said: "I can help you there, I don't mind taking your daughter with you." It was that simple. When she wrote to me again in the afternoon that I could ask for help at any time, it made it so much easier that I almost started crying. Since then we have seen each other more often – without my honest answer back then, I would never have got this offer. An "all good" would have robbed me of this really nice experience.

Honesty can open a lot of doors

Incidentally, this does not mean that you have to tell every stroller who has walked in the park from front to back if a pups is sitting across you. I also don't always find it widespread whining personally. Nobody cares and doesn't get you anywhere. But you can be honest with people from the area you like and be straight ahead. A sincere "running semi-optimal" can open an entire factory full of doors. You just have to try it out.