Dinner for One?

Few things in life manage to be as depressing as having a meal alone.
When you eat alone - you cook for one. You sit down at an empty table,
and you drink alone.
All the while you sit there - it is impossible to miss the silence. It
sits across from you and stares you in the face. The more you try to
ignore it, the more obvious it becomes. You try to drown it out by
chewing, drinking... playing music....
but the fact that you are the only person in the room shouts louder
than whatever is blaring out of your speakers.

If you're in a restaurant, it's worse. The poor oblivious waiters
don't care, but if you're sitting at a table for one.... ordering
lunch or dinner for one... paying for a meal for one, splitting the
bill only with yourself...


It's not that hard to be happy when you're alone, I mean, one can
always find something with which to be entertained... but this is
usually short lived.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here... but I'm sure you can take
something from this.
I'm off to finish my lunch now. Alone.