soap operas and comas.

somewhat of a snippet from a few recent conversations:

them: how are you?
me: good.

them: how are you?
me: ok.

them: how are you?
me: i don't know

its so often i'm asked that question, and i never what to say. usually i reply with something that means nothing, something ambiguous and blase. i mean really, how can i condense everything i feel, think, and do in a day into a few choice words? it doesn't work.

so how the fuck am i? interesting has been my response as of late. because that's honestly the best way to describe a life that could easily be a soap opera.

and if you'd asked me right before this very moment, i'd say dreaming.
i've spent the last few days in a trance-like state. just skimming the edges of conciousness enough to communicate and play my part, but besides that, i've been lost in air and space, experiencing a sort of glazed existence. it feels like life has been wrapped up in cling film. ideas, concepts, and extremes have been given free reign through my floating thought process, where grey matter has mixed with white.
wake up jessie.

today, however, the coma broke.