[pink, sitting on the floor, hunched, looking sad] Chronic depression is ruining my life, I barely have a will to live left, anyway I must go to this social gathering so let’s get up and go I guess
[green, holding their head, looking distraught] I am literally on the verge of death, both physically and psychologically, anyway, let’s head to a social gathering
[pink and green with faint smiles, reaching for each other’s hands]
- Hi, how are you?
- Fine, and you?
- Fine
I’m usually honest but brief.
“Hey, how are you?”
“Tired. You?”
Or:
“Hey, how’s it going?”
“Ha ha. Ha… ha. grimace It’s going. You?”
“Yeah, about the same.”