When talking to my friend the other day, she asked what I doing and I told her I just had lunch at one of my favorite eateries in the city. She went on to ask me who I dined with and I told her no one. It was just me, my mini notebook, and Chloe, my Blackberry. She seemed appalled all of a sudden—you ate lunch alone?
Yes, I did.
There is something about eating lunch by my lonesome which actually becomes a cathartic experience. I love sitting at the table with my food and my work in a trance, not bothered with having to make conversation with someone.
I actually have been eating lunch by myself for years. I rather enjoy it. Before I started blogging and freelancing, I would eat lunch with a book. It was my way of getting away from the hustle and bustle of the office. Eating alone kept my sanity when it was a hectic time in the workplace.
Now, I like eating lunch by myself because I get major work done and I love to people watch. People watching gives me inspiration on my blog and on the articles I write for other venues.
Eating lunch alone is therapeutic. Do I care that people see me eating by myself? Do I care what it looks like? Absolutely not. My friend was stunned because I ate lunch alone because it gave the impression that I was “unpopular” but I will be 35 next week—I’ve given up caring about what others think about me years ago. Sounds like a self esteem issue if you ask me.
If you haven’t, I encourage you all to eat lunch by yourself. Bond with your thoughts, your dreams, you ambitions, over a good sandwich. Dining alone is a good thing. Lunch with self is pretty cool in my opinion.
Do you eat lunch by yourself?