Eating alone. At a restaurant? Sad loser? Normal? Brave? What do you think? Do you ever do it? I was having dinner in the pub in Llanymynech, the town that sits half in Wales and half in England, on my selfsome due to the fact that I was travelling on my own, and a lady came up to me and said 'You are so brave to come and have dinner by yourself. I could never do that.' 'I haven't got a choice', I said, 'it's by myself or no dinner.' But this evening, stir-crazy from five days of illness, but unmotivated to cook, and last minute and with the boy on night shift, I decided to go out to a local restaurant for dinner. I wanted real food, not take away. I've never done that in my own 'hood, and I have to say it felt a little odd. But I think the main reason is because we (or is it just me) expect people to think we are odd if we have dinner on our own. We expect them to think we are losers who have no friends. I decided to try and think 'stuff it! I am a loser with no friends'. And it turned out to be quite a nice thing to do. The glass of wine after five days of hardly eating was probably a big factor in that (felt very light headed afterwards). I read my book, sitting in a booth built for about eight people. People-watched too. It was sort of liberating. I think I will try it again one day. Maybe one of the best things you can learn in this life is how to be comfortable by yourself.
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