I have this most awful habit of not letting things go. If I want to, I can keep a grudge forever, even though I know it’s wrong. Then, on the other extreme of things, I can go on fighting with someone because I’m so hung up about whatever issues I have with the other person. The verbal sparring would only end if the other person surrenders, or if the other person attacks me until I’m cornered, to which I will then storm away to my room, sob my heart out and replay the fight, highlighting the hurtful words hurled at me until I believe it and it usually ends up with me feeling like the fucking biggest failure in the world and I’ll cry myself to sleep.
Well, today I fought with someone, and basically the same thing happened, except that I couldn’t sob my heart out in my room because I had to go to class. So my gloominess spilled over in class, and I was a very sullen student. After class, I went for lunch with a couple of friends, but I was still a little hung up over my fight.
We had lunch at Finnegan’s, and damn, that was like the freaking best set lunch ever. One selected main dish, soup and salad, and freeflow drinks, for only RM13 nett. Which means including tax. R freaking M 13, that’s like around USD$5. Normally a set lunch in this sorta places you’ve got to pay about RM20. I ate grilled chicken chop, with mashed potatoes and vegetables (broccoli, cauliflower and carrots), and my friend had pork cutlet with rice and a bulls-eye egg. I don’t usually like pork, but damn, my friend’s pork cutlet was good! The soup was potato and leek, and damn that was good. For the salad I took some coleslaw, leafy veggies and potato salad, and damn, I don’t usually like potato salad but those were awesome! The potato didn’t have that not-quite-cooked taste potato salads usually have… damn, that was a freaking delicious and cheap lunch!!
After lunch, my friend and I was raving about our set lunch (my other friend had something else from the menu) all the way back to our next class. It was that point I realised I had totally forgotten about this morning’s fight and when I did recall that, I didn’t feel down at all, like the world would end, like I usually feel when I remember my latest fight. And it really wasn’t a big deal as I made it out to be, because the person was magnanimous enough to let things go even though I said some really awful words. (Another magnanimous person is Dee. I could say the rudest things to him, and he’d scold me back, and I’d scold him right back, and an hour later he could talk to me like we never fought. I’m bad, but I love my Dee for that.)
So yeah, I didn’t know a good meal could put things into perspective.