About the "How are you?" question

What do you think about the "How are you?" question?

I, personally, do not like this question and I have never liked it.

I do not know what to answer.

Also, a lot of the time, I think it is expected just to give a positive answer, but I often feel awful to say "Fine!" simply to be polite if I am not fine. 

  • "Gaun yersel wee man!" Haven't heard that in a while!  I remember as a young teenager saying it to my younger brother to 'P' him off when he tried to fight back - usually as he lay on the floor with me standing on him. All good until he got to about 16 and shot up to 6-foot.  

  • Not angry "hevvy ragin", lol!

  • Just thinking about that reminded me that when I did visit Glasgow again for the first time in over 20 years, It was VERY weird to hear the Glasgow accent again and made me realise how much of it I'd lost! I had no idea that my accent had changed over the years but I do remember having to remind myself to speak more slowly when I first moved away purely to make myself understood. I guess I don't speak so slowly when I'm angry  : /   

  • She always used to say "gwan yersell" when the horse racing was on, matter of fact she used to say that a lot anyway. People always had her "hevvy ragin" too!

  • My kids have rarely, if ever, seen me in that mode but they do say that when I'm angry it comes out in the way I express myself: "Gonnaenodaethat!!", "Ahfirfuksake!" and other multi-syllabic utterances that just crack them up. They'd never been to Glasgow until very recently so they extract the Michael from the few words or phrases they hear from me that, according to them, I've invented.    

  • My dad was brought up in Castlemilk until he was 3. He's half-scot. It doesn't hurt too bad if you use the top of your head. Weegie can sound kind of intimidating, lol. My aunt was quite a few years older than my dad and bounced between Glasgow and here for years. She had a very Weegie mode when angry. Her kids did their chores! I love Scotland, I lived near Inverness for a while. Lovely place.

    A Weegie doesn't look like an Edinbugger, lol. Or so I've been told by both.

  • No, no! Not at all, I found it funny - the image in my head of randomly greeting someone with a headbutt made me laugh as I can think of a few people I'd like to surprise like that! 

  • Sorry, it was my attempt at humour ... I am terrible with irony ...

  • I've never given anyone a Glasgow kiss (doesn't it hurt like hell?) but I have unleashed my inner Weegie (Glaswegian) on more occasions than I care to remember - very effective as I apparently never looked or sounded the part so I had the added benefit of the element of surprise! (What the hell does a Weegie look like anyway? To me it's more of state of mind than a fashion choice.) Ah, memories LOL. Doesn't quite fit with the 45-yr old mother of three image nowadays but I'm hoping to bring it out in my dotage 'When Suddenly I Am Old And Start To Wear Purple' as the poem says.     

  • I have actually dropped the nut on someone as a greeting. They ran my dog over accidently but when my mom went over they gave her a mouthful of abuse, she didn't even say anything abusive to him. She said it was an accident but he called her a *** because his front spoiler was cracked. Luckily someone saw him do it and told me. Another woman who he told to *** off when she told him to stop swearing at old women. The next time he saw me he said "Sound mate" I said "Nah" then broke his nose. Funny how people will be friendly to men but not to little old ladies who are crying. I also ripped the spoiler off his car.

    BTW Begbie is still the same pretty much but the other characters aren't much better than him now.

  • Having been born and brought up in Glasgow, many moons ago, I can say with some authority that a Glasgow kiss isn't considered a 'Greeting' even in Glasgow!! I think the only time I ever saw it deployed as one was by Begbie in 'Trainspotting' (the original one, haven't seen the new one so I've no idea if his manners improved in the interim). 

  • It is a question asked to which no one who asks it wants to know the answer.

    i usually say something like "I'll do", much to the consternation of neurotypicals. A work colleague many years ago used to give a shopping list of her ailments every time she was asked. 

    A book of etiquette I read once  said that the answer to it is to reply the same. So "How do you do" should be answered with "How do you do?" which makes no sense at all and is merely exchanging breath. 

     Different cultures have different ways of greeting besides verbal. Westerners shake hands, give a 'high five' or a Glasgow kiss depending whether they like the person or not. Other cultures may bow, rub noses or stick their tongues out. My preference is just a simple nod and a "Hello". No insincerity in making someone else think I am in the least interested in their health.

    Because in most cases I am not!

  • I used to have a problem with it when I was younger. I'd give inappropriate answers. The too much information type! I sort of got the gist of it by my mid-teens.

    I don't have a problem with it. If I ask someone and they generally give an honest indication of how their mood is I know how to be around them. It's a good way of telling how I should be towards someone. I'll do the same. It's actually something I find quite useful.

  • Excellent! I can substitute Sheldon's "My brain is better than everyone's!!" with "My spinal cord and neurological integrations are better than everyone's!!". It might not have the same ring to it but, I like it!   

  • Yes.

    A positive affirmation of self each time or the self might get lost, squished, hidden down the sofa.

    i get “are you ok.l

    i always answer honestly...

    ”no”

    ”why, what’s wring now?”

    well... what’s always been wrong... the powerful disconnect with the true self, humanities loss with itself, and your inabilltity to ask bigger questions and absorb the true answers...all sttarts with “hello, how are you..?”... beyond that is a mystery...as that’s where the conversation seems to falter..,


  • I wonder then if my spinal cord is either a shrunken husk or is it so vitally healthy and well oiled that it doesn't require this "two-stroke". Maybe I'm synthesising engine oil and don't need this addition (?).  

    As autistic Neuro-Divergent types, our 'spinal cords' and neurological integrations are more integrally resilient, or robust, and hence the narrow range of specialised interests thing.


  • I wonder then if my spinal cord is either a shrunken husk or is it so vitally healthy and well oiled that it doesn't require this "two-stroke". Maybe I'm synthesising engine oil and don't need this addition (?).  


  • It just seems like a lot of effort for no great return on investment, and possible negative consequences if I don't perform well, so I will actually avoid approaching people I know, and make myself look as if I am concentrating on something really important when I see them approaching me, so they won't feel the need to engage in fake and very uncomfortable pleasantries with me.

    Well, the investment involves societal procedures and rituals, as allows people to feel that they are a part of the social collective, or at least an aspect of it, but without necessarily having to disclose any personal information.

    This involves the 'Game of Together', in Transactional Analysis, with the 'game' being a socially ritualised 'pretence' involving the verbal 'pleasantries' ~ as being stimulation and therefore 'maintenance' of the nervous system. So basically a psychological and a physiological 'keeping-fit' session.

    Eric Berne, in his 1964 book, the GAMES PEOPLE PLAY, on pages 34 to 35, described the basics of which as being:


    Of more significance as an introduction to game analysis are informal rituals, and among the most instructive are the American greeting rituals.

    !A: 'Hi!' (Hello, good morning.)

    !B: 'Hi! (Hello, good morning.)

    2A: 'Warm enough for ya?' (How are you?)

    2B: "Sure is. Looks like rain, though.' (Fine. How are you?)

    3A: 'Well, take care yourself.' (Okay.)

    3B: 'I'll be seeing you.'

    4A: 'So long.'

    4B: 'So long.'

    It is apparent that this exchange is not intended to convey information. Indeed, if there is any information, it is wisely withheld. It might take Mr A fifteen minutes to say how he is is, and Mr B, who is only the most casual acquaintance, has no intention of devoting that much time to listening to him. This series of transactions is quite adequately characterised by calling it an 'eight-stroke ritual'. If A and B were in a hurry, they might both be contented with a two-stroke exchange, Hi-Hi. If they were old-fashioned Oriental potentates, they might go through a two-hundred stroke ritual before settling down to business. Meanwhile, in the jargon of transactional analysis, A and B have improved each other's health slightly; for the moment, at least, 'their spinal cords won't shrivel up', and each is accordingly grateful.


  • The person here who asked me a few days ago how I was got my answer and told me to ring someone and probably saved my life. So I'm glad the some people ask it.

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