If you wanna know what's hard, that's eating lunch with people. Lots of people at my job eat lunch in the break room together but not me. Sometimes they want me to eat lunch in there but they aren't the boss of me and I will eat lunch wherever I want to eat it. My lunch is basically just a sandwich which I like for its portability and also how easy it is to eat with one hand. This leaves your other hand free to roam - which really fits my needs.
But sometimes I worry about eating lunch alone at my desk. First of all, I think I am embarrassed of my sandwich because it is only bread and meat. I don't put any cheese or vegetables or condiments on it and people have a problem with that. I just don't care about that stuff but some jerk is always going - man, how do you eat that with nothing on it, that's disgusting. Lookit, I don't need you telling me my lunch is gross just because I prefer the flavours of meat and bread with nothing else getting in the way of it. Step off.
But I just look around and feel all these eyes judging me. Eyes that say things like, look at that pathetic retard who can't even barely make himself a sandwich. I am glad I am not him.
So I usually eat in a self-imposed exile. This reminds me a lot of that one episode of Full House where DJ goes to school for her first day of seventh grade and she doesn't have the same lunch time as Kimmy so she has no one to eat lunch with. Also, she is wearing the exact same outfit as a really dorky teacher but all the other girls her age are looking fly in tight dresses and makeup. They pretty much laugh in her face which is a lot like what I am afraid might happen about my sandwich. DJ is embarrassed about the whole thing and decides to eat her lunch in the phone booth while pretending to make calls.
Basically I feel like I eat in the phone booth too much. DJ only ate in the phone booth for one day but then she went home and figured out how to wear makeup with the help of trial and error and Aunt Becky (spoiler alert: the secret to wearing makeup is to look like you aren't wearing any).
The point of this blog post is that I could learn a thing or two.
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Moral of this story: You need to start wearing make-up to work.
ReplyDeleteI have an experience in the same family of issues. When I was younger I was quite shy. I did not like much attention, especially at family functions, like my own birthdays. I had a small wooden red table in my room, and sadly enough I would sit in my room alone to eat...on my birthdays. So i guess its not really the same thing, I mean, my family wasnt harassing me like deej's skanky classmates, or I wasnt embarrased of my food...I guess I was just more comfortable in my comfort zone...perhaps I was actually deep down upset that I wasnt having kick ass circus parties...
ReplyDeleteThat is a little sad about that private table, but I admire you for doing what I do and choosing to eat in exile. DJ felt like she had no choice but we did have a choice and we chose to eat alone. There is something to be said for that. We are two people who eat on their owns terms and I think that makes people jealous.
ReplyDeleteThat's soo sad pp....i would have eaten a small piece of cake just outside your window...as to not disturb you...but you would know you weren't alone.
ReplyDeleterush hour, i agree that both you and pp are brave for such culinary solitude. I for one have trouble eating without people watching me. I feel that if no one is watching me eat, then why even bother. Sometimes when I'm alone, I'll use tivo to pause a show right when a face is looking at me....only then will i proceed to eat my macaroni.