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"Are you okay?"

It's a good question. One I have been asked a lot over the past year.

My grandmother, in particular, has asked me that question a LOT lately. I don't mind it from most people, because it shows they care. But I can't take her accompanying look of pity. Or the repetition.

And it's the last thing she said before she left the other day. I couldn't take it anymore. I shouted "stop asking me if I'm okay!" to the shut door. And my mother, seated just several feet away, decided to inform me that it is a rather apt question.

She decided to tell me that, over the past year or at least last few months, I have begun to look "well, sickly". Apparently, everyone is "worried". And, apparently, even my dad has mentioned to her that starting to wear some make-up wouldn't hurt me in the least.

Great. Just great. As if I didn't have enough problems.

At least I have these:

Best Coast, "Boyfriend"
ceo, "Come With Me" <- awesome video
Department of Eagles, "Herring Bone"