aka #**tch, please … 😉
“Would you ever eat alone at a restaurant?”
Two girls having a casual conversation about guys that can’t leave them alone and getting drunk suddenly turn their attention to my unsuspecting dinner scenario.
I’m sitting in the corner of a frequented restaurant, catching up on the day’s newspaper headlines as I often do on a Tuesday, quickly grabbing a bite between work and choir practice. By myself. By choice.
I don’t think they realize that I can hear every word of their excruciatingly irritating conversation, choosing to not be aggravated by the not-so-veiled judgement cast in my direction.
“No, never! Would you?”
“Never!”
They seem to feel better about themselves after their mutual disgust over my choice to have a few minutes of me-time.
The conversation continues about the loser guy (their words) commenting on their Instagram pics.
I consider paying for their bill and leaving a note, just something inspirational and encouraging about maturity helping us get over our blaring insecurities … but the irony would be wasted …
The temptation passes, as I become faintly aware of my own haughtiness … reflecting on the gift of preferring my own company over having to fake interest in laborious small talk that contributes nothing to the advancement of human thought …
I guess engaging in a mini blog-reflection is a way to prevent me from verbally responding … because my other mental come-backs were even more phenomenal 🙂
Feeling better, are we?
🙂
Selah.
Tapestry of Thought 