I don't mind eating alone in a public place. Now that is. So I smile whenever some of my friends say they won't be caught alive eating alone in the mall or any other public place. I was like that before.
Nowadays, I am fine eating without company in public. I find myself lost to my thoughts during this time. A time of solitude and reflection. I usually write during these times. Like this instance.
I ask myself what changed. Maybe the fear of starving overshadowed my self-consciousness. Maybe I just managed not to mind when people notice my being alone. I stopped being self-conscious in this very basic human activity.
And besides, eating alone in a public place doesn't make any difference with eating in the company of familiar faces who are actually strangers.
2 comments:
how poignant, giting!
I especially like the last line of the last paragraph...makes you think, no, whether or not we really, truly know the people with whom we share our meals...
I totally agree! Of course, if its pho bo or mac and cheese soup, that's a different story!
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