Eating alone

I REALLY hate eating alone in public places: this is self-explanatory. you have the option to either stare at that pizza in front of you, or at the strangers around you. Usually it's the latter, which will only harvest more jealousy as you watch them carry out fantastic conversations about their kids or dogs to another human being. Nothing gives you away more easily than your creepy eyes staring at them with hunger of something more than that pizza in front of you. What's that called again? Oh yeah, A SOCIAL LIFE CRAVING, that's what.

I'm only joking. Sort of.

I still LOVE the "how to be alone" poem though...it's just so pretty, and the woman's voice is just so soothing.