What I do want to know is what's the correct response to "Wassup?"
To "How do you do?", you reply, "How d'you do?" or "Excellent old boy, and how is your good self?"
To "Alright?" you reply, "Alright.", "Alright?" or "Alright. Alright?", or give an acknowledging nod.
To "Are you well?" you reply, "Good, thankyou." Regardless of the truth.

So when someone rubs his knuckles against yours and says, "Sup, ma nigger biatch hoe," are you supposed to fall to your knees, eyes welling up and kiss their boots?

But I have to question now, something quite unexpected. I need to think about whether there is actually a subtle desire to have my tumours back.

Bizarely enough, you can feel a certain security in cancer. In one instant or a two hour long vomitting session it can be a hopeless void. But in the bigger picture there is some certainty in the uncertainty.

-It is about the only situation where people genuinely don't judge you and want to help.
-It is a situation where you know something is wrong rather than merely suspecting everything is alright.
-It is a situation where you can do no wrong.
-It is a situation where you don't have to find scapegoats because this unfeeling object automatically takes responsibility.
-No matter how much dignity you lose, you don't really lose any.
-It is a situation where you can reach out to the suffering everywhere with an invisible hand and not feel that you are patronising them.
-There is a legitimate reason for your tortured soul.

Who even knows. Why? Why anything?

What I do want to know is what's the correct response to "Wassup?"
To "How do you do?", you reply, "How d'you do?" or "Excellent old boy, and how is your good self?"
To "Alright?" you reply, "Alright.", "Alright?" or "Alright. Alright?", or give an acknowledging nod.
To "Are you well?" you reply, "Good, thankyou." Regardless of the truth.

So when someone rubs his knuckles against yours and says, "Sup, ma nigger biatch hoe," are you supposed to fall to your knees, eyes welling up and kiss their boots?