It’s Okay To Be Not-Okay

More than any other phrase I plaintively text or whimper over a phone line in four a.m. moments of weakness, I catch myself voicing one desire: “I just want everything to be okay.”

This morning, as I swore at the rain and the cosmos and the inept metropolitan drivers on University Boulevard using language that would make Linda Blair in The Exorcist blush, I found myself questioning for the first time in my life — what is this elusive “okay” which so haunts my waking moments?

Does it mean I wish all my life plans were executed perfectly? Does it mean I wish my interpersonal relationships were easy and uncomplicated and I had no critical decisions to make, ever? Does it mean I wish everyone else thought exactly the way I did about everything and would operate in accord with my every whim? Does it mean I wish I had no character deficiencies, no figure flaws, no personal imperfections of any kind? Does it mean I wish I were universally loved and adored and never ruffled any feathers along the way? Does it mean I wish I could avoid all conflict and unpleasantness and failure and traffic and bad hair days — that life could always be comfortable, smooth sailing?

If so: keep dreaming, kid. I’ll throw in some oceanfront property in Arizona for you. Furthermore — and this, I think, is more fundamental — who died and appointed me the Fixer of All Things Not-Okay in the universe, anyway? Most of the pain and unhappiness in my own life — and I would go so far as to say most of the pain and unhappiness in other people’s lives as well — is directly attributable to a pathological inability to tolerate the Not-Okay. We fail to recognize this simple truth: that implicit in the act of living is the possibility of f-cking it up. We sell out on the deepest convictions of our hearts to placate other people; we avoid suffering at all costs, choosing instead to submerge our pain in sex or alcohol or food or video games or socializing or stamp-collecting; we quietly bury our chancier dreams to make room for a life of comfort and ease and predictability; we make decisions we wouldn’t otherwise have made in the name of keeping the peace; we fear failure and so refuse to hazard anything at all.

And so it goes, in a “dirty little self-repeating cycle,” as Chesterton once defined madness. So things stay clean and unrumpled and Okay, like a French-cuffed shirt with the life starched out of it — but at what cost?

When will we cut through all our carefully-constructed layers of bullshit and admit that sometimes things aren’t okay? Sometimes they’re sticky and messy and imperfect and don’t look anything like they do in the movies. Sometimes things are complicated and circuitous, and sometimes it’s because we screwed up, and sometimes it’s because somebody else screwed up, but regardless, the invariable result is one big gnarly knot of Not-Okay that even a Boy Scout couldn’t unravel. Yet we go so far in our desperate, frantic attempts to unravel and fix and repair and control and understand and disambiguate and Make Okay that we miss the whole damn point, which is this: once we preclude the Not-Okay, we have effectively precluded life itself.

We need to accept the imperfect, embrace it, maybe even bask in it. Yeah, things are Okay at “once upon a time” and they will be Okay again at “happily ever after,” but that’s beside the point; the story is what happens between the Okay. As Nigerian magical-realist writer Ben Okri once noted, “The fact of storytelling hints at a fundamental human unease, hints at human imperfection. Where there is perfection, there is no story to tell.” You show me a story without a good central conflict and I will show you a blow-your-brains-out dull read (Waiting for Godot comes to mind). Life is not all, or even mostly, sunshine and lollipops and our most fervid attempts to render it such will only result in something bland and dull and artificial.

Too often, we view pain and suffering and mess like the early Victorians viewed pregnancy: an unpleasant yet necessary evil, meant to be slogged through but certainly not spoken of. Instead, consider this: what if this is the good stuff? What if these are the defining moments that, to borrow a phrase from Oscar Wilde, make or unmake character? What if we’re all just a hot mess at the end of the day, and some of us are just better at concealing it than others? What if it’s our very hot-messiness and confusion and weakness and ineptitude that makes us lovable?

At the end of the day, maybe joy is in the Not-Okay. Maybe it isn’t to be found in cookie-cutter lives in sterile rooms behind white picket fences, but in the squidgy details, at the blurred edges of our lives that make us squint. Maybe the only position in which we can encounter the divine is with our backs against the wall.

Maybe it is only when we are blinded by tears that we can really see clearly at all. TC mark


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    wow. beautiful writing. really speaks to me because of how I’ve been feeling lately.

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    i really needed to read something like this. very insightful and very very nice to hear for once :’)

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    beautiful, thank you.

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    “Maybe it is only when we are blinded by tears that we can really see clearly at all.”


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    I’ve been thinking this lately. Thank you!

  • Emily

    God, I needed this. I’ve spent the whole evening telling people I’m okay when I’m not. Because not being okay feels so damn wrong and chaotic. I’ve felt like I needed to fix it with unphased, tactful words and non-reponsiveness to the actions that have hurt me for fear of rocking the boat and making things wronger, but it’s right. It’s raw and it’s honest and it means something that should be acknowledged. Thanks!

  • Bree

    Thank you for being awesome.

  • Scarlett

    Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. This is exactly what i needed to hear.

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    “Suffering can be beautiful” Rainer Warner Fassbiner

  • Kaitlyn

    Thank you so much. In tears. I needed this right now.

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    “Sometimes [things are] sticky and messy and imperfect and don’t look anything like they do in the movies.”

    It helps me to swap the word “movies” for “Facebook.” I observe more qritty realism in Hollywood than in my news feed, which seems to be comprised of real people–not characters–who have nothing but sharp wit, job promotions, beautiful weddings, adorable babies, dream vacations.

    Anyway, thanks for the wisdom I need now as much as ever. Scrolling back to read your article another 5 times!

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      I think this is a great comment. I’ve often noticed how we complain about our FB friends who mope around, posting sappy lyrics day after day, (seemingly) trying to get attention – but, of course, when our friends are perfect and post their perfect pictures of their perfect vacations with their model significant others, and only update their statuses to let us know about their promotions – that’s no just plain boring. I wonder what we want.

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    This is beautiful, thank you.

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