When I was just a young thing, struggling through finding “x”, The Scarlett Letter, and other awkward adolescent rites of passage that are forced on you between the ages of 13-18 (as if that time isn’t horrific enough on it’s own), my high school created the most exquisite form of torture: Semester Lunch Schedules. Each semester, along with my required math, science, history, english and the two Theater classes I somehow finagled my way into every single semester (how did I graduate high school?), my lunch hour would change.
There was a total of three lunch hour options and you would be informed of your designated time to be hungry and therefor sustain life when you received your class schedule in August and again before school in January.
Every.single.time I had to change lunches I would make myself sick the night before worrying over which lunch I would get and if I’d have any friends in my lunch hour and what if all my friends were in one and I was completely alone in another, oh GOD the mortification I would suffer for one whole semester of my highschool career, how would I ever survive?! Luckily I never once, in the four years I graced that school with my extremely awkward and weird self, spent a lunch hour alone. I always had at least one of my (three) best friends in my lunch hour so therefor I was saved from my biggest nightmare.
this fear of eating alone and being the odd one out continued into my college years. (because why would I suddenly stop fixating on strange thirty minutes portions of my day? that would be such a waste of my prodigious worrying talents) I even volunteered to help Jared cook in the kitchens (his work study job, remember we dated ( frequently) in college before rekindling our love this year ;)) so that I wouldn’t have to worry about walking up to a table of friends and not having a seat, or having to sit at a table alone, or (my biggest fear) getting into the cafeteria too early and being the only one eating (I was so weird). Since I chose to go to a tiny private Christian college who’s total population was smaller than my entire high school graduating class, these chances could and did actually occur and I dreaded them daily.
Today, seven years removed from my high school graduation and four years removed from my college graduation (i just cringed a little inside, where has the time gone?!) my little loner lunch breaks are the stuff my dreams are made of. I absolutely adore walking into a crowded restaurant, asking for a single table, and sitting my little tushy down for a nice hour long bout of reading and people watching. Lately I’ve been getting my lunches to go, or bringing something to work with me, and taking it out to a park that juts up to the backside of my office’s property. It’s so peaceful and quiet, all I can hear are the little chirps of the birds and my not so ladylike nor inconsequential chomping and gulping of my lunch (hey i’m alone, i can eat my burger however I want to! ;)) I’ll roll down my windows, prop my feet up, and steal a few moments to just sit and relax and not worry about the growing pile of paperwork on my desk or the fact that I’m twenty four years old and still live with my parents!
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