It drives us crazy. We’re minding are own business in silence with a dreary expression on our face, as introverts sometimes do, and someone asks: “Are you Okay?”

Unfortunately, “yes” is never a good enough answer. Neither are the following:

• I’m fine. I’m just contemplating suicide.
• Okay? I haven’t felt this great since you asked me if I was okay two minutes ago.
• Thanks for your concern, but I’m just giving my facial muscles a rest.
• Could you repeat your question? I was talking to my therapist, Satan.
• I’m better than okay. I’m satisfactory.
• If by okay you mean oblivious to the monotony around me, I’m just peachy.
• I’m sorry. Were you talking to me or another voice in my head?