The eating is never physical, of course. It’s conceptual. I consume the confidence they mistake for character. I digest the certainty they call common sense. By the end of the night, Craig had agreed with me that maybe empathy isn’t just “woke nonsense,” and that his fear of foreign films might actually be fear of himself.
Tonight’s meal was unplanned but satisfying. diary of eating straights 27
Here’s a proper text for Diary of Eating Straights 27 : The eating is never physical, of course
Tomorrow, brunch with a man named Kevin who just bought a boat. I digest the certainty they call common sense
I approached as “a stranger needing a lighter.” Craig obliged with performative friendliness. Within minutes, I had him monologuing about his keto diet and his side hustle selling candles shaped like power tools. Every sentence was a breadcrumb.