I entered the near empty restaurant and sat there. I asked for a sandwich without being hungry, because that’s what miserable people do. I started thinking about my life and why I was living that exact moment the way that I was.
I felt invisible. I was at the restaurant because I needed to have my existence proven. I wanted to spend money, to have a receipt that the day had happened and I had lived through it. I ordered food without being hungry because it meant someone would preparing something just for me, I even requested “no tomatoes”.
If an investigation was held at the restaurant, a person that “did not wanted tomatoes on the sandwich” would be someone that the waitress could remind, maybe. It standed me out. I wanted to be special and unique like the “no tomatoes” sandwich.
Less than 10 bites later, I ate the sandwich. I still didn’t feel special at all.
listening while writing: Bonifrate – Sequelagem