<instructions>Your goal is to analyze the following comment and estimate how highly it will be upvoted by the Hacker News community.</instructions><comment><author>cycomanic</author><text>But in this you can also see the difference between an American and many others. I find the &amp;quot;how are you greeting&amp;quot; very tiring nomatter how I am. When I am being asked the question I internally go through an assessment of, how am I today, how interested is the person, how much do I want to share of this. It takes significant mental effort.&lt;p&gt;When I was a teenager I did a one year high school exchange to the US and for a long time I really struggled with the daily &amp;quot;what&amp;#x27;s up?&amp;quot;. I was going through the above internal dialogue more than  10 times a day struggling to come up with an answer. Even, when I learned to just answer &amp;quot;yeah what&amp;#x27;s up&amp;quot; internally the dialogue would often still be triggered.</text><parent_chain><item><author>geocrasher</author><text>When my wife was dying (she has since passed away) and nobody could figure out her illness, she&amp;#x27;d be in the most wretched pain, in the ER again, and she&amp;#x27;d be retching awfully and almost uncontrollably.&lt;p&gt;A doctor would walk in, having heard of all this already and ask &amp;quot;How are you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes she gave them the benefit of the doubt, and sometimes she was a bit less charitable.&lt;p&gt;My point? Americans (as she was), Russians, Ukrainians, Latvians, Japanese, Kurdish, Bolivians, Icelandians, Koreans, Germans, Chinese, Scottish, Irish, Australians, Austrians, Swiss, South Africans, Egyptians, Mixolydians, Bohemians, and even Canadians all agree one one thing:&lt;p&gt;Being asked &amp;quot;How are you?&amp;quot; is the &lt;i&gt;LAST&lt;/i&gt; thing somebody wants to hear when they are suffering.</text></item><item><author>cosmodisk</author><text>Plenty of contribution already,so I&amp;#x27;ll just add a personal anecdote. Some years ago I happened to have some beers with a Latvian Russian,who lived here, in London. He tells us that he doesn&amp;#x27;t get the Brits. He just doesn&amp;#x27;t understand the reasoning in some situations. I ask to elaborate. He says: last year, I had a pretty serious trauma and ended up in a hospital. It&amp;#x27;s so bad, pain, lots of tests,etc. And I&amp;#x27;m pretty fed up with all of it. Then, one day, a surgeon comes in, says hello and asks me &amp;#x27;how are you?&amp;#x27;. And I reply: &amp;#x27;really bad!&amp;#x27;. And suddenly surgeon&amp;#x27;s face changes: his eyes start moving faster,he looks at me and then observes the room,then at me again. Then the surgeon,in a slightly panicky voice ask me again: well what&amp;#x27;s wrong,is it the food? Is it the nurses? Did they do all the tests? What&amp;#x27;s going on?&amp;#x27; Then the Russian looks at the doctor and says: well look, I&amp;#x27;m in a hospital, I&amp;#x27;m ill as hell, I&amp;#x27;m in pain and you have the audacity to ask how am I? Are you crazy? It should be pretty clear that it&amp;#x27;s definitely not my day! The surgeon goes on to explain the subtleties of the question and etc. At that point I already lived in the UK long enough to understand the doctor&amp;#x27;s position but I also found the Russians point to be absolutely hilarious.&lt;p&gt;From personal experience I find the Russians absolutely hilarious even without much smiling (the young ones smile more).They are somehow similar to Italians,who are also hilarious, but as is the case with the Russians, the funniest things tend to be equally tragic too. Kind of a never ending tragicomedy on full blast.</text></item></parent_chain></comment><story><title>Why Russians do not smile (2002)</title><url>https://www.chicagomaroon.com/2002/04/12/why-russians-do-not-smile/</url></story>
<instructions>Your goal is to analyze the following comment and estimate how highly it will be upvoted by the Hacker News community.</instructions><comment><author>iJohnDoe</author><text>I’m very sorry to hear that, for both you and your wife.&lt;p&gt;I hope any healthcare for your wife  was eventually able to manage her pain and make her at least comfortable.</text><parent_chain><item><author>geocrasher</author><text>When my wife was dying (she has since passed away) and nobody could figure out her illness, she&amp;#x27;d be in the most wretched pain, in the ER again, and she&amp;#x27;d be retching awfully and almost uncontrollably.&lt;p&gt;A doctor would walk in, having heard of all this already and ask &amp;quot;How are you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes she gave them the benefit of the doubt, and sometimes she was a bit less charitable.&lt;p&gt;My point? Americans (as she was), Russians, Ukrainians, Latvians, Japanese, Kurdish, Bolivians, Icelandians, Koreans, Germans, Chinese, Scottish, Irish, Australians, Austrians, Swiss, South Africans, Egyptians, Mixolydians, Bohemians, and even Canadians all agree one one thing:&lt;p&gt;Being asked &amp;quot;How are you?&amp;quot; is the &lt;i&gt;LAST&lt;/i&gt; thing somebody wants to hear when they are suffering.</text></item><item><author>cosmodisk</author><text>Plenty of contribution already,so I&amp;#x27;ll just add a personal anecdote. Some years ago I happened to have some beers with a Latvian Russian,who lived here, in London. He tells us that he doesn&amp;#x27;t get the Brits. He just doesn&amp;#x27;t understand the reasoning in some situations. I ask to elaborate. He says: last year, I had a pretty serious trauma and ended up in a hospital. It&amp;#x27;s so bad, pain, lots of tests,etc. And I&amp;#x27;m pretty fed up with all of it. Then, one day, a surgeon comes in, says hello and asks me &amp;#x27;how are you?&amp;#x27;. And I reply: &amp;#x27;really bad!&amp;#x27;. And suddenly surgeon&amp;#x27;s face changes: his eyes start moving faster,he looks at me and then observes the room,then at me again. Then the surgeon,in a slightly panicky voice ask me again: well what&amp;#x27;s wrong,is it the food? Is it the nurses? Did they do all the tests? What&amp;#x27;s going on?&amp;#x27; Then the Russian looks at the doctor and says: well look, I&amp;#x27;m in a hospital, I&amp;#x27;m ill as hell, I&amp;#x27;m in pain and you have the audacity to ask how am I? Are you crazy? It should be pretty clear that it&amp;#x27;s definitely not my day! The surgeon goes on to explain the subtleties of the question and etc. At that point I already lived in the UK long enough to understand the doctor&amp;#x27;s position but I also found the Russians point to be absolutely hilarious.&lt;p&gt;From personal experience I find the Russians absolutely hilarious even without much smiling (the young ones smile more).They are somehow similar to Italians,who are also hilarious, but as is the case with the Russians, the funniest things tend to be equally tragic too. Kind of a never ending tragicomedy on full blast.</text></item></parent_chain></comment><story><title>Why Russians do not smile (2002)</title><url>https://www.chicagomaroon.com/2002/04/12/why-russians-do-not-smile/</url></story>