Distant relative: "So, how's it going?"
Me: "Yeah, things are fine! I worked at a charter school for awhile. Pretty challenging!"
What I really want to say: "I have been fucking goddamn depressed for at least a decade and a half now. An eating disorder almost killed me. I was published multiple times for poetry you would probably hate. I dated some assholes and some sweethearts and I am currently single and oh-so-lonely-and-bi-curious. Have you ever been to the Utah Museum of Contemporary Art? Because I volunteer there. They are great. Art is great! I have a huge interest in art. I actually know a lot about art if you are ever curious. I also read a lot of books a lot of the time. Currently I am interested in Sartre and his idea of the other. You are the other! You are hell! Ha. But seriously, I am in hell. So you still go to church? That sounds dreamy. I often have dreams that I am trapped inside of an amusement park. I also have dreams about being raped. Should we discuss rape right now, because I am fully prepared to discuss it! No? Okay, I can respect that. Anyway, yeah, I worked at a charter school for awhile. Pretty challenging."