I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Thursday, August 11, 2011


I noticed the couple in front of us not because they were different, but because they were so common. They sat at a table for two facing each other. Each stared long at the menu setting it aside later. They looked away searching for the waiter uninterested with each other.
Their meal came quickly. There were no appetizers or drinks ordered.  They both dug into their plates staring at them as if to make sure it was not going to walk away from the table. There were a couple of words said and a monosyllable response. The waiter came back with the check and as payment was made, the couple exited the dining room.
I looked away from the chatting of my own table and wondered if they go out to eat to avoid cooking or if eating out is  part of the monotony they  have fallen into.
I wondered if they have had a lot to say when they first met. If they delayed their meal to spend more time with each other. If they were ever sorry the check came so quickly. Did they wish they could go back to that place? Were they ever there?
Monotony is hard to avoid. As hard as one may try to keep the spark alive, the tedium of a routinary life settles in.  The laughter becomes old. The jokes told too many times.  The arguments too stale to even bother getting into them and what’s left is a table for two with a meal in between.