I was having Bagel this morning, basically my plate was on the floor - then I realized, since.....maybe 10-12 years, I havnt had a dining table in my apartment. Reasons : Usually I live in studio flat, with my dog....well, less is full. And even despite I have 2 rooms sometimes, I constantly feel - hving a chinese antique looking cabinet is more important than dining table.
But I think the fact is - I didnt want anyone to live with me. :) Nor I find the needs of a dining table to entertain my frenz - as a good old chest is a convertable coffeetable already or alcohol stool.
So while, I am chewing on my bagel, I had this thought - next time when I move, I need a dining table. I am entering a next phase in life, I need to start thinking - maybe I will be able to share with someone, for real, this time. Someone says - U always need space in a wardrobe so to attract positive energy that U will find someone.....but for me, I can always find ways to share a cabinet, just buy a bigger one, a taller one. Yet, the concept of sitting down, sharing a meal with someone....maybe few times a week is abit alien notion for me. I know....to most who are attached or families may find this strange - but since child, I never liked to sit in the same dining table with my family to share a meal - I always ate alone in a corner, listening to radio or studying.
So someone once said - I pretended to be weird - frankly, when I looked back, I couldnt say this is weird....but....I was surely not brought up normally not by my parents but by myself.
Though.....my roomate came to my mind before I closed this entry - I think the only time I recalled I liked to sit around the dining table properly was when I was living with a bunch of gals in Uni - we shared meals, we talked rubbish......it was kind of cool.
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