You ask me if I’m okay. How do you mean? Am I medically sound? Am I mentally stable? Am I personally content? Am I in financial straits? You know, the word okay began as a joke; OK, an abbreviation of a misspelling of the phrase “all correct.” Are you asking me if everything is correct? Is the world as it should be? Is every box ticked? Are all wrongs righted?
In that case, yes. Everything is as it was and will be. The world is correct. But am I happy about it? Of course not. That’s why I’m crying, you idiot.