it’s fairly quiet in here, although it is a tuesday night. there’s an older gentleman sitting in the booth in front of me. his hair is white as snow and he’s wearing a heather grey sweater over a plaid shirt. i wonder how many stories he has to tell, how many memories he has forgotten. from time, he looks up from his food to gaze around. there’s a kid getting a refill at the counter. three ladies that are his age, (i’m assuming because of their matching hair) are sitting at a booth across from us on the other side of the room talking about grandchildren.
i take a bite out of my chicken sandwich as i look around to make my own observations. a veteran just finished his food. he begins slowly walking towards the exit of the restaurant assisted by his cane. an employee is holding his cup, strolling by his side making sure everything is alright. why our country doesn’t take better care of our veterans, i will never know. he was there by himself as well. i feel like people like himself and i who eat alone sit in the same vicinity, so we can all eat alone together.
there is a family sitting behind me with 4 children, none older than 10 from my judgement. i wonder who i’ll end up with and when i’ll end up with them. i have crushes from time, but i never have the time to act on them because i feel they’ll end up being a distraction from the bigger picture. my most recent was on this girl who gave me movie recommendations thru snapchat, and no lie, her recommendations are pretty great, but i get too caught up on wasting time watching people’s stories of them doing nothing that i deleted the app. maybe i should get back on, but perhaps not. i cant afford the distraction at the moment.
maybe later.
-ratha, 6:38pm, 2.21.17