What Happened When I Didn't Answer It

<em>Sometimes not answering feels this good. </em> So I took my my own suggestion from Friday's post and didn't answer a question.

It gave me such an unexpected lift. And it was so insignificant but I'm going to tell you about it anyway, just to inspire more Non-Answering of the Uninspiring Question.

Quick ass coverage: I do not promote being a withholding asshole. My aim is to promote more  Honest Not-Answering the Question Acts when just the idea of answering the question makes you feel bad. I am trying to make a universal deal among all of us that it's OK to not answer any question we don't want to, the same way we may not want to eat the brussel spouts. And you know I'm not talking about job interviews and other job-related scenarios, however it would be funny, huh?

So here's the skinny. It was Monday afternoon. I was at the dentist, anxious and cranky. The dental hygenist, who I've been seeing  for many years asked me the innocuous Question I Don't Want to Answer these days:

"So. What have you been up to?"

I knew it was coming but I hadn't planned anything.

 "Ooooohh, I don't really know how to answer that right now." Pause. Nervous laughter. "What about you, what have you been up to?"

And the conversation rambled on. Simple. The weird thing was this: I felt so good not answering the goddamn question -- and to have given myself an opt out plan while being nice about it. As a matter of fact, I found myself instantly cheerier. And in the middle of my teeth cleaning, for once it didn't hurt like a mo-fo and I became almost ecstatically happy, especially when I realized there was a Starbucks and a Pasta & Co. just down the street and I could kill two birds with one stone. Well. For a few moments, I thought I was on drugs or somthing.

I swear the mood roar of positivity came from not answering the question. And staying open at the same time, too.

Easy. Nice. Happifying

Now, your turn. Please share tales of Not Answering the Question. And have fun.