who knew it had come to this...

Now I realize that this doesn't happen to everyone... maybe it's just me. I am almost ashamed to admit this fact, and not at the same time... See, the thing is, I have now frequented a place enough times, that I'm considered a regular. A REGULAR!! I had this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach that I should rebel and never come there again to prove I'm NOT a regular, but I like their food... The restaurant in question is in the building where I work, and I can't afford going there every single day, but apparently I've come enough times that today, the manager recognized me and made my lunch on the house because I'd come so often that they wanted to say thanks.

I almost cried. One, because, I don't have a million dollars yet and so any place I can save money is quite awesome... so this was a huge blessing. Then, two, tears of sadness because my life has become predictable again and now I'm showing up somewhere on a regular basis. I hate the word regular. Regular. Blech! Makes me think of whether people are going to the bathroom regularly or not...

Is this a good thing? Should I be proud of my 'regular" status? Because before this, I used to eat lunch in my car with a book. I know, "loner freak"... thank you for witholding your comments. So, now, I've ventured to a restaurant and eat there by myself with a book. I'm not looking for pity, I'm completely content with my self and I have no problems going into a restaurant and eating by myself. I also am capable of going to a movie by myself... It's not like you have deep discussions with someone when you go to a movie with them... The only thing you miss out on is someone else's opinion of the movie afterwards. Gosh, am I a loner?

This restaurant thing got me thinking! But, if somehow one of them that works there reads this, please know I love the restaurant and the staff are incredibly friendly and it's fun and I'll keep coming. Some of them even say hi sometimes... Although I don't remember all their names. I'd like to though... One day... But, I'm usually reading a book. Most of my good quality reading time is done sitting and waiting for my food... or while eating my food... or afterwards wondering how I ate so much food... It gets me somewhere where there's noise and talking and people around, and it's louder than sitting in the office working all day infront of a computer listening to to the hard drive thing hum persistently louder by the week. It's not like there's people I know within a million block radius that I could go for lunch with... And I don't like staying in the empty office during lunch. Hmmm... I think I'm okay with this.

My life has settled down enough, that I'm a regular somewhere... It's like a warm fuzzy in itself. I used to be a regular at the 7-11 near my house when I lived in Transcona; that was the lady that called me sweetie... or some other term of endearment. I still remember her though. She was nice. And now I frequent the 7-11 near my new house... so I've settled down. Gosh, I feel like an elderly woman. I don't know... Now I'm rambling. I'm a regular. And today I got blessed for that and didn't have to pay for my meal. And I got time to read my book again. I like my life.