Being in customer service I always think of it like a scripted event where I always answer over-enthusiastically like "I'm doing peachy! What nice weather!" Most of the time people prefer I give the sugary-sweet positive answer, though one lady commented "I couldn't tell if you were the automated speaker or not." Or people comment I'm too enthusiastic for 4am. Most people compliment me on it though. I'm told I'm extroverted and positive.
It becomes so habitual that in like therapy or shiz, I struggle to be honest to the point that my psych eval came back to say "actually, youre not that mentally ill and only mildly depressed!" Which is like...brother, I suffer from delusions of bugs infesting my room every other day and have elaborate rituals for checking and not only that, I hallucinated bugs, but glad my outgoing persona clears me from schizo, BPD or OCD. Like being too good at pretending to be peppy must be a crime.
Or sometimes I'll say "eh." How am I? "Absolutely miserable." But then they ask "why?" And I go "well, this thing and this thing" and they go "why?" And I go "I don't know." And then it's this whole loop of "how do you not know?" And in the end, I'd have accomplished the same reception of my feelings by going "absolutely fantastic, thanks for asking."
How am I? Living the dream, doing what God intended for me, passively wishing to die, doing jack shit and hating myself for it.