I'm fine, thanks.

There's a phenomenon that has only been observed in the human race (perhaps because we're the ones with advanced language) that when asked, "How are you?", as to not play the weakling, we say, "fine." Even when lying on our deathbed, or after a father passes away, or someone breaks your heart, or you break someone else's heart. This is commonly known as taking one's courage in both hands.  


I don't know if this is courageous at all.