(I am taking a 2 weeks break starting tomorrow. Hope you all have a wonderful 2 weeks.)
I used to hate eating alone in a restaurant. Sometime I would skip a meal to avoid the situation. I didn’t even like to have a cup of coffee in the coffee shop by myself. It was the feeling of not knowing what to do (other than eating, drinking), where to look that bothered me. I’d pretended to read a book, write a letter… Still, I was so discomfort that I couldn’t taste the food.
One day I decided to make a change. I forced myself to go to a restaurant by myself. I kept doing it until I was no longer worry about eating alone.
I still won’t go out of my way to eat alone in restaurants, but when I do, I feel quite all right now… I begin enjoying watching people.
Once in a while, I find the good old uneasy me in other people’s eyes. I feel sorry for the person, but at the same time, I can’t help but feeling joyful… of reconnecting to a good old friend.
And not alone…