Is takeout the death of me?

Is takeout the death of me?

It's 11:30 and I'm starving. No one has texted back about going to The Caf for lunch...and my stomach is slowly starting to eat itself alive. That's it. I've decided. I'm getting takeout. I am officially a friendless loser.

One of my biggest fears is eating alone. It's weird because I usually like to do things on my own - driving, studying, exercising (when necessary), sleeping, etc. But eating...that's a different story. I ate alone for the first time a few weeks ago after my film class. I pretty much looked through my phone the entire time to make it seem like I was important and had a bunch of texts to send to ALL OF MY FRIENDS. Not the case. I read through my junk email and only texted my mom. It was a successful afternoon.

Since then, I've become used to sitting by myself. At first, I ate quickly so I could walk back to my dorm and be alone by myself without people actually witnessing me being alone. It's gotten better over the last few weeks - I'm not stuffing my face quite so much and I've learned to pace myself. And hey, there's other people eating alone. I'm not the only one. Katie, you're fine. This isn't high school. You're not sitting at a big empty table by yourself with a bologna sandwich like in 5th grade. People here are always busy. Of course you're going to have to eat alone every once in a while.

So, I got takeout today, like I said. Don't get me wrong...there's nothing bad about takeout. It's nice to eat in your room sometimes. But as I walked around The Caf with my recycled white takeout box, I couldn't help but notice the other kids walking around with their white takeout boxes. It's like I shared some special connection with those kids. We were mutually eating alone. We awkwardly circled around The Caf looking for different things to fill up our boxes with. For me, it was anything that was a carb. That is all I eat here. Carbs. I haven't had a fruit in like, 2 1/2 weeks.

Anyways, eating alone isn't that bad. Even though my white takeout box may be a physical reminder to the kids dining at 11:30 that I don't have any friends at lunchtime, it doesn't matter. Because once I was done eating alone in my room, my friend came up and surprised me with his takeout box full of "really, really good chicken". Oh, and my roommate came back and started dancing to the Lion King. What a TWAMP.

At least the hummus was good.