Flashback: it’s my sophomore year of high school. I’m standing in the cafeteria, clutching my lunch tray, and wondering where to sit.
The cool kids sit at one table—athletes, cheerleaders, and girls with perfect hair.
The quirky kids sit at another table, reading and doodling in their notebooks.
The noise swells up around me, like a tornado of sound. Kids gossip, flirt, and throw grapes at each other. It’s loud, it’s busy, and it’s a little too much for me.
I wish I could escape from the hubbub and retreat somewhere quiet, somewhere I could eat peacefully and hear my own thoughts.
But in high school, no one ever ate lunch alone. It would instantly brand you as a friendless loner, adrift in a sea of other people who actually fit in. So despite my longing for a quiet haven, I always ended up joining a crowded table. Continue reading.
Originally posted on Tiny Buddha.