A friend of mine swears she can NEVER eat alone in public. She’d rather starve than be caught eating alone in public! A bit extreme, yes. But I do respect her view because eating is understandably a communal activity. Meals are more often than not shared with at least another person. Almost all of us (I’d like to think) grew up breaking bread (or slicing steak or digging into a bowl of rice) with someone else both at home and outside the home.
But I eat alone all the time: at home, at the office, in the malls, in transit and more. When I’m hungry, I eat! I don’t mind at all if I have no one to share it with. For me, eating alone is never the loneliest meal in the world…
Perhaps it’s just the introvert in me? But I do know that I always have company when I eat alone: my thoughts and my food.
- Eating alone gives me time to reflect on the past: what I did wrong, what I learned and what I can do better.
- Eating alone gives me time to catch up with the present, especially when I need regroup my muddled thoughts and list down things I need to do.
- Eating alone gives me time to visualize in detail the future I want for myself.
- Eating alone gives me time to stop and be grateful for the blessings that I have…like the food on my plate!
- Eating alone gives me time to learn more about people by merely observing them. I do like to people watch It’s one of my guilty pleasures!
- Eating alone gives me time to scribble down random ideas and plans. They say you have to write things down and they will happen. I do agree!
- Eating alone gives me time to savor the flavors in each bite, contrary to my evil habit of race eating.
So tell me how can eating alone be the loneliest meal in the world if it gives you time more time with the most important person in the world? Can you guess who that person is?