ponderings

why do i find it intensely sad to watch people eat meals alone in public? i guess i must have learned to associate dining out as a social event and only a social event. intersting. but seriously, the guy eating the cheese and fruit plate next to me was making a painfully deep pit of sorrow grow in my belly. until he took a notepad out and started writing. now it's not just him and his food and his loneliness (my projection), so all the sudden things are okay again.