I hate going to lunch alone. I realized today, that I really do hate it. I used to go to lunch with co-workers every day, but every one of the co-workers who used to go to lunch with me has either quit, or now packs a lunch. I end up sitting here until 1am, subconsciously hoping that I will get an IM from someone asking if I want to meet them somewhere, but it never happens. I just sit here hungry. When you go to lunch alone in work clothes, people know that you have no work friends. They sometimes point at you, even if they too are alone. I call them people pointers. Point being, I really need to just start bringing my own lunch. Another interesting thing I was thinking about... when I was in grade school, my DARE teacher, Officer Glassman, used to tell us about people who formed gangs, and how there were two opposing sides. To signify their side to their fellow members, they would wear things like colored bands on their arms that reflected the gang they were in, so they could recognize other members, as well as distinguish their enemies. Little did I know Officer Glassman was describing American Politics.
 
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