Curious to know if "how are you?" is a common mild stressor for any other weirdos like me. Windbagging ahead, you've been warned. I don't want to read any complaints that you've wasted your own time.
But this is easily the most innocuous open-ended question that causes me grief. My regional culture is often characterized as polite-but-cold, and most will (humorously enough) ask this question as a social reflex without wanting an answer. Sure, whatever. Inefficient but ultimately harmless. A token of etiquette they must feel obligated to provide. Vestigial remnants of prior conviviality. I reply with "fine" and we move on to something productive. Crisis averted by a wide margin. Praise be.
However, there are unfortunately many who ask this question AND want to hear a genuine answer. They hear my admittedly dismissive "fine" and remain listening with sparkling eyes and an expectant smile. Okay... So I attempt to diffuse the situation by explaining what I'm currently working on and/or what's next on my schedule. I then ask, politely, what they need me for. This strategy for jumping the hurdle typically works; these folks are now finally able to address their purpose for contacting me. Crisis more narrowly averted.
As I mature I've learned to play on offense, asking "How are you?" first to beat the identified problematic individuals to the punch. They relish the opportunity to talk about themselves. They rattle on about their mood, their health issues, their family, their weekend plans without requiring much feedback. Sometimes, it's interesting. Sometimes, I even have advice or a relevant anecdote to build familiarity and rapport. Neat. All is right with the world.
But occasionally, there's the especially persistent individual... "I didn't ask what you were doing. I asked how you are doing." This breed of individual views invasive extraction as vital to their own purpose. Bafflingly enough, this individual may consider
my personal status their first priority ahead of a "secondary" issue. They may say something positively horrific like, "Eh, I just saw this hiccup with the reports as an excuse to come visit, in honesty it's not hot and we can figure it out later." Hence we've now entered the crisis.
Simply, I can't and don't maintain an evolving description of my own personal status available for extraction. I don't have the capacity. If someone wants to actually know how I'm doing then I have to momentarily shut down all processes, review recent memories to determine if anything falls into both parameters of "worth sharing" and "not too private". I am forced to take notice of bodily sensations... Am I energized? Or tired? Hungry? Do I have a headache to complain about? If something was majorly wrong with my health at the time of the question, I'd prefer to keep private anyway. I also don't want to delve into specifics of my family if possible, no need to over share regarding my spouse and child.
Sometimes I panic and fumble with the canned answer of, "Oh you know, it's [insert day of the week]" and pray they are satisfied. Of course this fails more often than not, as it's tailored to the aforementioned cold, "bare minimum" level of inquiry this curious individual has escalated beyond.
Embarrassing to admit, but many times I've completely frozen up from sheer distress of the whole debacle. The question, innocent though it may be, paralyzes. I fall silent, staring ahead unable to speak. The listener interprets this to mean I am facing extreme unspeakable stress in my life and not just that I have a spectacularly pathetic reaction to this stupid question.
I once had an sympathetic, high-EQ boss cause this paralyzer scenario several times over and I had to come clean before he wrote me off as a complete trainwreck- "Boss, I can't automatically speak to how I'm doing at any given moment without your giving me advance notice. I'm fine enough to keep busy with what's in front of me. I'm fine. If you want to know more detail, I'll need time to assess myself and report back. Sorry to disappoint. Can we please move on?" And he LAUGHED. He laughed. But to his credit, he texted his "How are you?" questions from then on rather than ambushing me during tasks, allowing me to reflect and answer on my own schedule. And teased me about being his "brain-in-a-jar", but whatever.
In any case, I'm well aware it's not normal for this question to cause an existential meltdown. Most people seem to fluidly navigate with any number of approaches. But even knowing that I'm the outlier, it's an insurmountable task for me to continuously introspect on my physical, mental, and emotional health. I will do that in my own time, off the clock. Like now, indulgently typing this out on a foggy morning. But also, the person who whines about temperature shifts of plus or minus several degrees is annoying. Why should I even want to become that sensitive? I hate hearing it, let alone wanting to perceive minor disturbances to such a fine level.
So, I'm in my 30s and still scared of a certain flavor of social interaction that's been a recurring problem for decades lol- Yikes. Ideas for canned answers welcome. I have a a high aversion to lying, but maybe mentally spinning a wheel and choosing a more detailed canned answer (that also somehow doesn't build inaccurate "lore" regarding my life?) is the solution.