Dinner

I was eating dinner tonight when the oddest thought flashed through my mind. I was totally enjoying myself and I was totally alone. Well, if you don't count the dog, which I don't. He doesn't carry on much of a conversation yet.

Why is it that eating alone is supposed to be so sad and depressing? I know I used to think I needed to seek out someone to be with, or it was a waste of time. Somewhere in the intervening space I have changed and it is a comfortable feeling.