Most people are just afraid of
going to a restaurant by themselves. Me too. Or, at least, I was. I thought people
would stare and laugh at me, but when I came there– first thing, there was
almost no-one– but was lunchtime so the tables were soon becoming fuller and
fuller.
People weren’t staring at all,
which was surprising because I looked oddly (=like an idiot) while eating– I
had been at the dentist’s. (And those who did stare just envied my own food
because when you share a table with someone, you basically share the food too–
especially when I’m the one with you.) I think it was because I was doing
something and was busy… Doing guess what? Yes, writing this and the previous
post. I was also preparing for my English lesson, but that’s another story.
There was nothing to distract
me. I didn’t have my laptop with me and I was glad I didn’t. Of course, when
making new lessons I need it because I make tables, search through the Internet
to see whether I’m not talking sh… lies.
Alright, I had been sitting for
over an hour at that point, the waitresses started looking at me as though I
were an intruder. Nope, Miss, I just came to write down a few words and my
impressions in case somebody wanted to read them, which won’t happen but I kind
of enjoy pissing you off by occasionally, yet surreptitiously glancing at you
and then zealously writing something down on my notepad. Hehe.
Anyway, I’m going to H&M to
look for the jacket I saw there yesterday and buy it.
Have you noticed how I was
changing the tenses while writing? Tut, tut, I’ll get better, I promise.
love & peace
Ciray
PS: The jacket was already sold out.
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