I hate eating alone.
I'd probably rather not eat at all than eat alone. It's boring. And it just feels lonely and wasteful. You don't get to share the joy of eating and chatting and laughing with someone else.
But, tonight it wasn't so bad. I read comic books and listened to Jimmy Eat World irresponsibly loud as I ate. Those aren't the kind of things you should do if you're trying to be good dinner company to someone.
And, tonight I may have discovered the best part about eating alone. See, when you're eating alone, nobody minds if you're eating Indian food and you suck the sauce off the stupid potato chunks. I spit them back out onto a special 'discard' plate. It was sort of like their own internment camp.
When you eat alone, nobody minds when you shape the worthless potato pieces into a smeary smiley face.
Maybe eating alone isn't so tortuous. Maybe I'm just not used to it.
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