06.13.03
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i’ve lost the will to write in my journal.
i have this picture of me sitting up in my bed on my laptop every night before bed musing about my day, but it just doesn’t seem to work that way. life gets in the way.
i have something that i need to capture, so here it is.
the other day i went to go eat lunch at the mall like i do just about every day. i had my usual from steak escape — a chicken ranch salad. nice and atkins-friendly. i take my lunch and go to find a table to sit at in the food court. i pick one by the escalator because i enjoy people-watching on my lunch break. i take a bite of my salad, and suddenly this lanky asian man appears before me and asks if the chair across from me is taken. i say no, because i figured he wanted to take it to another table nearby. fair assumption, right? no. he decides to sit down right across from me to eat his panda express like we’ve been friends for all of our lives. i was mortified. who sits down with a stranger when there are a wide variety of other seats available? so, i picked up my cellphone, pretended to make a call, and then i left to relocate to another table with my back facing that one. part of me felt bad for the man because i don’t understand his intentions. maybe he was lonely. maybe he wanted to make a friend. i’m not really sure. but i was very uncomfortable. it got me thinking about how incredibly anti-social we are as creatures… we refuse to interact with those who are not properly introduced. has this happened to anyone else? am i crazy?
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