There are many things that are seen as taboo by society: drinking vodka before 8pm, taking a shit in a public restroom and eating crisps on public transport are just a few of them. Today, I decided to take a leaf from Julius Caesar’s book and conquer one of the biggest: eating in a restaurant alone.
One of my life motto’s is ‘go hard or go home’ so I didn’t come prepared with reading material or a phone to quell the uneasy feeling that other people might feel at my lonely lunch. I confidently strode into the overpriced eatery and took my seat, unwilling to let the glares of others around bother me. Yes I’m eating alone, not only do I not have a significant other to come with me but I also have no family or friends willing to spend any time in my company either. And you know what: that’s just great. I can eat exactly what I want, without any interference or judgement from anyone around me about how much or little I might have ordered and don’t even have to make small talk about the sub-par service or dirty cutlery.
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt today it’s this: I might be alone but I’m certainly not lonely: there’s plenty of waiters ready to take my order. Large glass of wine? Why ever not!