It’s one of those things I do that make me cringe. I know it’s wrong. A horrible habit. A betrayal of everything I believe in. And yet it’s so deeply ingrained in my feeble little brain…
When dining out alone, which I do pretty regularly, I can’t help but have the same conversation over and over.
Host or Hostess: “How many?”
Me: “Just one.”
Just one. JUST. ONE. I don’t know why I have to throw the just in there. Almost like an apology. I’m sorry, but it’s just me.
I’ve promised myself I’ll stop. Drop the just. Say, “ONE” proudly. But that’s not what happens in practice. Bad habits die hard. Or maybe I do feel, deep down, like I need to apologize. Whatever the fuck.
Tags: alone, loneliness