In elementary school, I was forced to eat in the cafeteria. It was hell. Some people took great pleasure in making me feel miserable.
In high school, we didn't have a designated lunch area. I hung out in an office with the stoners, even though I wasn't a user. They were the least judgmental group in the school.
At work, I eat lunch in my office, alone, almost every day. Maybe once or twice a year, I eat lunch with someone.
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"Like lonely ghosts, at a roadside cross, we stay, because we don't know where else to go." -- Orenda Fink