Fine Dinning

I sat in the caf this morning at a two person table enjoying brunch by myself. Not that many of my friends are Saturday morning people hence the independence from company. But honestly I didn't mind. I looked around and observed the people around me, and I noticed 85% of the people who were also enjoying there brunches were either with a companion or a group of people. Those who were left were like me, or on a cell phone. I then began to wonder what is the problem with eating by yourself? There has been platy of times when I am in the caf in the morning and someone who I know walks pass, says hi, and then gives me a sad face, "Awww you by yourself?" I smile and say yeah, like sooo. I mean i really have no problem with it at all, I like to observe people in silence and enjoy my gross food. I like to listen to people's loud conversations and enjoy the fact that they're not at the table with me spitting all in my food. Some times i like to read our campus newspaper (The Famuan), or a book, without having to hear one of my friends ramble on about their problems, boyfriend, mess, or anything of the sort. Sometimes a friend of mine will see me in my breakfast solitude and decide to invite themselves to sit at my table. I look up and they smile so big as if they have cured me of leprosy.
But really what is the big deal. Do people feel like an outcast by them selves? As if eating alone automatically spells "I have no friends". Or is it the "Clique Factor" that now has been dragged out of high school society and place in a collegiate surrounding. And it's not just a girl thing, it's actually more common with guys. You never see them in the caf with out there goons. Which ironically makes it harder to get girls, in my opinion. who wants to walk up to a mob of continuously horny guys. good luck with that. Well as for me I'm fine with how I dine. I hope people get better at being more comfortable being with themselves. You gotta learn that before you can be comfortable with anybody else.

Loner Luncher,
Tay Lin

March Madness

I'm sitting in the library waiting for this hour to zoom by so I can sprint (well, really just walk at a fast pace.) to the caf and hastily devour whatever crappy food they have to offer. As my stomach growles I thought back to my thoughts when I woke up this morning. It is March I have barely a month and a half left of my firt year in college. Socially it was everything I hoped for but academically and financially mysel;f and the school could have done alot better. I know next year I will do alot better but, sometimes I think to myself do I want a next year, in Tallahassee. Now don't get me wrong, I love FAMU the people I have met and the experiences I've had I will never forget. Sometimes I just wanna to go to a culinary arts school and open a restaurant. I think that it's probably just a scapegoat because I know right now that would be alot easier (and cheaper) to do. Eventhough I pretty much know I'm never going to actually do that. It would kinda be nice (and cheaper).
My last blog was just a culmination of frustrations and a exxageration of a couple of things but is the frustration really worth it? Who know's? I know alot of this is PMS talking so plz don't leave comments about how I should follow my dream of being a chef lol. Because I'd really rather be a marine biologist. But I'm starting to think that would be a big hill to climb.....at FAMU.

Contemplating Carefully,
Tay Lin