This week for Blogs @ Baruch, I have to write a restaurant review (to be posted this Saturday!). Since we blog in groups, we had to visit the restaurant once with the group and second time individually. Because of my unusually hectic schedule, I decided to just get it over with and go today after my last class.
The last time I dined alone in "public" was three years ago when I was still at Widener, which was a ghost town and I do wonder if the dining hall counts as public. Either way, it took a very long time for me to get used to it and eventually I just accepted the fact that it was a simple matter of a moment of brief public scrutiny vs. starvation.
As I sat in Pongal, incessantly texting to prove that, 'yes, indeed, I do actually have friends, they're just not actually here' I wondered what others around me were thinking. And it's probably what I myself wonder when I see someone eating alone in public - just why exactly are they dining alone? Are they lonely? Are they waiting for someone? Have they been stood up?
I wondered why there's such a stigma about being alone in this society in general. We're expected to get married and pop out babies by a certain age. God forbid we should ever have a spare moment alone lest we be labeled social pariahs or manic depressive.
Or it could just be (and probably is) my insecurity and paranoia about being watched and observed, when in actuality, this is not the case.
I'd like to strive for the persona of -wow, that girl is so confident. she just does whatever the hell she wants. crazy.- until, I get there maybe I'll just stick to take out!
The last time I dined alone in "public" was three years ago when I was still at Widener, which was a ghost town and I do wonder if the dining hall counts as public. Either way, it took a very long time for me to get used to it and eventually I just accepted the fact that it was a simple matter of a moment of brief public scrutiny vs. starvation.
As I sat in Pongal, incessantly texting to prove that, 'yes, indeed, I do actually have friends, they're just not actually here' I wondered what others around me were thinking. And it's probably what I myself wonder when I see someone eating alone in public - just why exactly are they dining alone? Are they lonely? Are they waiting for someone? Have they been stood up?
I wondered why there's such a stigma about being alone in this society in general. We're expected to get married and pop out babies by a certain age. God forbid we should ever have a spare moment alone lest we be labeled social pariahs or manic depressive.
Or it could just be (and probably is) my insecurity and paranoia about being watched and observed, when in actuality, this is not the case.
I'd like to strive for the persona of -wow, that girl is so confident. she just does whatever the hell she wants. crazy.- until, I get there maybe I'll just stick to take out!
