The Word Fine

I was bumbed when I found out there was already a blog post about The Word Fine, but I'll take a kill shot at it anyway.

“Hey, how are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Fine? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. I said I’m fine.”
“…”



Can we form together and release this horrid adjective that punches babies in their sleep, rips the very soul from your body and burns it into ash, slashes your tires, and defines the entire world violent? Please?


“Hey, hon. Do you care if go out with the guys today?”
“Well, we had plans to eat at my mom’s house. But, that’s fine.”
“Oh, well we had been talking about going to this new golf course…”
“It’s fine, really.”
“I can reschedule.”
“No, it is fine.”
“…”

According to Dictionary.com, there are eighteen different meanings of the adjective; just the adjective. Not to mention different meanings for the verb (with and without object), adverb, noun, and an idiom. Seriously, why? With this many different meanings for one word, there is nothing left but puzzlement and ambiguity; ambiguity for God sakes.


“Hey, I just finished painting this. What do you think?”
“Oh, it’s fine. I like what you did with the watercolors.”
“What do you mean by fine?”
“Nothing, it’s fine. I like it.”
“By fine do you mean average, okay, or shit? I don’t understand.”
“No, no. It’s fine, really.”

After reading the blog above, I did come to realize that it is more of a conversation starter than an actual answer. Someone asks you how you are, to avoid embarrassment from a stranger; you say that you’re fine. Clean cut, in and out, finished. In all honesty, I don’t want to know about your marital problems, whether or not you have herpes, or your dog played dead. I don’t even give a shit about the weather. So, fine, there you go. You now know more about me and hopefully more about the word fine. Let's get this shit banned!

Moral of the story: Don't Do Drugs!