This is one more of my ‘meal for 1’ stories. But the feels on this one are radically different from the earlier one. I wasn’t scared and I wasn’t rejoicingly patting my back or anything this time. I was just having my lunch like people have lunch *shrugs shoulders*. But imagine this: A girl in a white teeshirt, cream shorts carrying fluorescent green bag-pack walks into a fancy restaurant.
“Table for 1 please.”
“Table for 3?”
“No, it’s just me.”
“Just you?”
“Yes.”
“For now?”
So I showed myself to a table and decided I wanted a blueberry cheesecake alongside a fancy mushroom dish I can’t spell the name of.
“Can I have a Blueberry cheesecake?”
“After the meal?”
“I want it now.”
“While you eat this?”
He “forgot” then to get it so I had to go get my own cheesecake. This is not a food review post. This one is to help keep aware/consciously put in writing/know that the world is set in its own normative. It, innocently, unknowingly, sometimes subtly tries to drive you back into the structure you are breaking by eating alone, eating dessert with food, wearing your ex-boyfriend’s sweater, saying ‘sex’ out loud and I have come to notice even by being just friends with a boy. You’ll keep bumping on the walls of this norm when you shuffle in your seat out of discomfort. You’ll bruise even. But don’t you stop, go make me proud, change the world a little little