My kind of superiority.

Wish people would answer honestly. When I ask, ‘How are you?’ Because that might trigger a truly meaningful conversation. Sometimes, I reply to such a query with, 'I’m superior.’  The inquisitive might reply, ‘What do you mean?’ I might say, ‘I’m better than you.’ Of course, that can be taken in several ways. Seriously. And as a joke. The point. An honest exchange might result. One that leads to true dialogue.  Gets me thinking. And caring. Not only about friends. But about strangers. Another thing. I really am feeling superior. That happens. When one is in love. With life. Nothing wrong with that. Yes, my kind of superiority. –Jim Broede